OPTIMISTIC AND PRAGMATIC

I look at life with a glass mostly full attitude. Actually more like a cup runneth over attitude. This aspect of my personality is one I enjoy. Why not? We only get one shot as far as we know at this action movie called our life. Choosing to live a life of optimism makes me feel good and feeling good is something I want more of the older I get.

Some people, perhaps the ones that swim in the bay of pessimism may feel that optimistic people bury their head in the sand. I may do this at times, but for my entire life whether it be to look at the sunny side of life or run for the hills ignoring the lightning bolts barreling at me, optimism has never disappointed.

There is way too much negative coming at us and I am choosier by the minute at what and who I surround myself with. Optimism is a choice I make; it is a part of my makeup and for this I swim upward towards the light.

Mostly.

Mostly because in all my syrupy sweet ways I view the world, pragmatism also plays a distinct role. Not in all aspects of my life, but definitely when it comes to the topic of recurrences and dying. Buzz kill I know. Perhaps this writing today was taking you on the happy path through chocolate gardens and candy drop paths and I just ruined it. For this I am sorry, but I just wanted to bring up the elephant in the room. No one gets out alive so is it wrong to have a distinct layer of concern for every little ache and pain that enters my body? And for me every little ache or pain brings me right to the thought, “Cancer has spread and…