Saturday

Usually, when I'm confronted with an open Saturday, I choose to fill it with as much as I can, and I attempt to cover as much physical distance as possible. I want to see as much as I can see, so I hop in my car and go, putting on an easy 100 miles and accomplishing pretty much nothing.
Today, I decided to do the opposite. I stayed in town and walked where I needed to go, with the express purpose of slowing down the day. Instead of whirring past the details to get to some sort of big-picture destination, I focused intently on them, and actually made it point to walk slowly for a change.
I think I got just as much out of this Saturday, sticking close to home, as I do on the days when I hop in the car for random exploration. Driving becomes such an automatic task that the imagination runs riot, and seeing as how we are biologically wired to heed the things that cause us fear (basically, the device in our brains that alerted us to predators creeping on us, which leads to negative emotions) rather than those that make us cheerful, the drive invariably becomes exhausting.
Today, I made it a point to focus on the small details around me that I normally wouldn't notice. I disallowed my brain to go into autopilot, and I was able to experience the day differently. Granted, as with any mind game, it last only so long, but with practice, I can project on to the day a different outlook.
I guess if you think you will eventually be positive. Just requires a bit of work.