"Twixt Optmist and Pessimist, the difference is drole. The Optimist sees the doghnut, the Pessimist the hole." ~ Unknown
I like to think of myself as a glass half-full person, but I’m keenly aware that to many I’d be considered an “annoyingly positive person”. I’m ok with this, because one of the many lessons I’ve learned over the last few years is that other people’s opinion of me actually has nothing to do with me at all. But I do find it ironically amusing all the same – because it’s only a few short years since I leaned, most definitely, in the pessimistic direction.
While I realize that there are many people out there who are (seemingly) natural born optimists, I am not one of them. My optimism is strictly of the acquired variety. The truth is I grew up a worrier and a moaner. I stared at shut doors and forgot to look out the open windows. My friends affectionately referred to me as a whinger! And one flatmate declared he was scared of me first thing in the morning. (Even today I don’t schedule appointments before 10am)
But over the last few years I’ve been on an amazing journey resulting in a whole new perspective on life.