Optimism is Catching

It's been a weird year. Serious financial stress. The boy entered high school. I returned to the workforce. And more that I don't write about, though I know it must seem that I spill my guts entirely here in my blog. Any of these alone would be stressful but together they pack a whomping K.O. punch.

Luckily, I discovered the secret to survival. And not just survival, but a true, progressive survival. Enlightenment, perhaps. The secret is optimism.

Who knew?

Some of you are guffawing even as you read this. I'm so ordinarily full of snark but am now championing optimism? Oh, believe it, Friend. I have had too much proof in the here and now to be a doubter.

My job hurts me, physically. Though it's getting better all the time (due to callous development) there are still muscles making themselves known to me every day. Last week I had the utter joy of having two days off IN A ROW. What bliss! What utter wonderfulness!!! On the first day off I awoke with a serious sinus pressure headache and a scratchy throat of a cold. "Of course," my snarky self said inside my head. But instead of wallowing in my despair, I took some Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus and went about my day. And went about the next day, keeping myself drugged to the gills at all times. On the third day of the cold, the day I had to return to the workforce with TWO houses to clean, a total of seven hours of scrubbing mind you, I wo-manned up for it. As I drove my boy to school at seven a.m., mainlining coffee as we went, I said out loud: "I feel GREAT! I'm going to have a GREAT day."

Kevin, of course, thought I was joking. He had watched my cold progress and knew I was about to have a killer day. Plus, he's been raised to the ripe old age of thirteen by the Queen of Snark. He just knew I must be kidding.

But I wasn't. I was determined to mean it. Even as he laughed at me I repeated that mantra again. And I left for my workday with cold medicine in hand and a forced good attitude at heart. And it worked.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Plus, when I woke Saturday morning, my cold was GONE. (let's have a brief commercial break here in honor of Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus. I highly recommend it.) But more than that, my optimism was still with me.

I've used that mantra, and the good attitude that accompanies it, several times over the last few days. It really works-- dulling a bad mood, shortening a dull chore, enhancing a short break. The optimism is even now slopping over into goodwill toward the world in general since I couldn't wait to share this information with all my friends.

It's my gift to you. Use it well and enjoy it. And though you may not believe it will work when you first try, just try it wholeheartedly.

Pure in heart would be great too, but only if you can manage it!

Enjoy the blessings of the holiday. (And no, I'm not still taking the cold medicine.)