The email a client sent me went astray. When I failed to respond to a message I hadn’t received, she told herself I was done with her. Ouch.
We all write fictions: sad ones, happy ones, infuriating ones. We make up stories and some of the stories we make up hurt our feelings. Spike our blood pressure. Affect our families.
Practice: Invite yourself to notice one of your gloomy fictions: I won’t find a place to park. The baby will wake up cranky. We’ll get audited. Keep writing fiction but add something preposterous: I won’t find a place to park because the street will be jammed with bagpipers. In full regalia.
As long as you’re writing fiction, make up stories that entertain you. (Hey, look: there’s a parking spot.)