Some (in particular the woman who birthed me) find my
positive outlook positively annoying.
It’s not that I am a red haired orphan girl singing Tomorrow every second of the day, but more
that my approach to disruptions and life’s potholes is situated on the pragmatic
side of the room. For me, negativity is an energy better spent on solutions—I
find it less exhausting to magnify a sliver of light than to dwell on the
enveloping darkness.
Yet, I have trouble convincing the unconvinced.
That was until yesterday—when I read (with a giggle) a
phrase printed on some artwork at Homegoods.
It read: Why be a pessimist—it won’t work anyway.
I thought you can’t
say it any plainer than that. It is something that even the most diehard
Debbie Downers cannot argue with.
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