I am an eternal optimist. (Most annoying I know, but I just can’t help myself…)
I will mostly always find the silver lining in that cloud that hangs over your head and I am a shameless hope junkie. I will mostly always hope that the fact that AF is late means that there is a viable pregnancy on the way, I will *always* believe that the many amazing women that I have met on this infertility journey are destined to become mothers and I always believe that we will never be given more to deal with in life than we can handle. I believe that everything happens for a reason even though most of the time that reason is never evident at the time of the happening (cos isn’t hindsight 20/20 after all?) and that the reason for that particular strife in our lives will be revealed to us in time…
I was chatting to my friend earlier today on MSN and I was being annoyingly hopeful and ever optimistic. I mentioned that I realised I was probably annoying with my ever hopeful optimistic attitude. She told me that she thinks my optimism is sweet and that it means that I have not allowed myself to be broken and jaded by this journey (or something along those lines) and it got me thinking.
Why is it that I am that ever hopeful girl? Is it because I believe that God wants only the best for us in life – even if it means that He has to walk with us through the trials we struggle to weather? Is it because I was born like this? Is it as simple as saying that some people are more predisposed to positivity than others? Or is it something one learns? I think it might be a bit of both… growing up I was taught by my folks to find at least one good thing in the bad things that happened to us. So when my toe got caught in the car door and my toenail popped off I thought “at least I get to go the doctor now and I’ll get a lollipop”. When my nose bled so badly that I had to get admitted to hospital I thought “yay, no school for three days”. When I fell off the handlebars of my sisters bike and had to have gravel pulled out my chest with tweezers I thought “at least I never broke my arm where Michelle rode over it in her panic.”
I have always seemed to be able to see the good through the bad. I think it is just habit now. This is not to say that I am that ever sparkly super irritating Barbie giggling girl all the time. That would be way to Stepford for my liking. I have my moments of giving into the darkness. I get sad and frustrated by happenings in my life just as much as the next gal. But somehow I seem to bounce back to “ever optimistic” sooner rather than later.
What do you guys think? Do you think people are inherently positive or negative? Are you able to see the good through the bad that is happening in your life at all?
(I know that many of us are going through a trying time right now and this post may come across as flippant or ambivilent to some of you… this is not my intention at all… please feel free to clobber me over the head if this post makes you feel tender.)