When did my rose-colored dieter’s glasses turn into glasses half full? Sometime since my shoulder injury and my recent bouts with overeating, I have found my writing starting to sound like the old me, not the new optimistic-against-my-nature me.
Time to adjust my glasses and my attitude. Optimism, here I come again.
I have been trying to write positively about my journey. In hopes that will motivate me. In hopes that writing that way will lead my attitude to follow. If I write it … it will happen.
So today I will focus on some happy thoughts. I started to list them here, but then I read what I had written and decided not to bore you with the minutia of my life. Suffice to say: all in all, life is pretty good. And I need to remember that.
And just the act of thinking about what makes me happy has brightened my mood. And made me thankful and appreciative. Rose colored glasses are back on.
“Optimist: someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it’s a cha-cha.” – Robert Brault