THE
ATTITUDE
CLOSET
by Kate Sholonski
I
n the gap of time between
slumber and becoming
fully conscious one morning, a
picture floated through my mind.
It was of a closet that contained
attitudes. I pictured myself
opening a door, and seeing
attitudes in the form of cloaks
hanging on hangers. Since my
day was about to begin, it was
time to choose an attitude I
would want to wear for the next
sixteen hours or so.
The choices for attitudes
included optimism, fear, joy,
revenge, gratitude, and love.
With the zeal of an energetic
shopper looking for the best
deal, my first choice to try on
was optimism. It felt good to be
wrapped in optimism. I felt safe
and hopeful, believing good
things would be happening to
me if I chose it.
The cloak of fear was intriguing,
so I reached out to feel the
fabric. It was sticky, much like
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tar, which gave me concern that
I might not be able to get it off
if I tried it on for size. Thankfully,
I had a choice, so I continued to
shop for an attitude that would
be comfortable to wear all day.
The attitude of joy sparkled,
making it very appealing. It
seemed to have a life of it’s own
since it swayed on the hanger.
The longer I wore it, the more joy
I felt. Reluctantly, I put it back to
try something else.
Next, I tried on revenge, mainly
because it intrigued me. There
was a mystique about it, as if it
was promising something sweet.
On closer inspection, this was a
dark cloak that felt prickly, like
steel wool without a lining. It was
also extra large so it wrapped
around my body twice, keeping
my arms trapped underneath. My
mobility was limited. I couldn’t
wait to take it off. It was obvious
that revenge restricted me from
freedom and wasn’t comfortable
to wear. Since I prefer to be
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