I think I’m becoming one of those people. Those arseholes that wake up and think “today will be a good day.”
Well, I feel that way most days, more days than I used to. Up until doubt, depression, anxiety and/or life rears its ugly head anyways. I’m the most optimistic pessimist you’ll ever meet. Or maybe I’m just a realist? The glass is always half full, until the cat of life comes and knocks it over.
I wish I could see rainbows and positive outcomes out of everything no matter what. My life hasn’t gone that way and I consider it foolish to think like that. I have to take the good and the bad. I guess that’s balance and it’s a good thing? Or so I hear.
There is one thing I’m not unsure of…. I’m so very thankful for where I am, even if it isn’t where I ultimately want to be. Sure, my life does blow at times, but it is in no way as much of a suckfest as it once was.
Maybe I am becoming an optimist.
Maybe that’s okay.