The Timeless Battle
Well I have been thinking a lot lately about that age old battle that will probably never see an end. Yeah, you know the one. Pessimists Vs. Optimists. My husband would say that I'm a pessimist by nature, a true Debbie Downer, but I'm not sure that I would agree. I would call myself more of a realist (and I can see him rolling his eyes at me even as I type this.)
But regardless of which I truly belong to, I do believe that I've had an epiphany... and not just because I like the word epiphany either. For the past few weeks, I have been walking around being my normal realist *cough* pessimistic *cough* self, but with extra dedication for some reason.
The "some reason" would actually be lots of reasons. I'm not where I want to be yet and I'm slowly chipping away at the block to get there, but it just wasn't happening fast enough. And then for a while I felt ignored by readers, and then once that phase passed and someone picked up Abstrus, they felt it wasn't a five-star effort, to say the least. Bummed was not the word. This all had me re-evaluating the meaning of life for a while.
The point of this pointless post is to say that in the battle of pessi Vs. opti, I will probably never be the latter... which I'm coming to realize is okay. Just because I'm not a glass-half-full or a "the sun'll come out tomorrow" girl doesn't mean I'm broken. The good news is if this is you too, you're not broken either. I mean, some of the greatest most revered artists in history did things like chop off their own ears and were just plain nuts. If I haven't reached that slippery slope then I'm probably doing pretty okay.
I think that being a pessi/realist is definitely a part of who I am and is it's own motivation for me to keep going and doing what I love. Because ultimately if I love what I'm doing, then someone else will too. That doesn't mean everyone will but even just the someones make this all worth it. And I'm not saying it's cute to always be the worst case scenario type person, because it's not. Even us pessis have opti moments. I know I do... especially when I'm eating gummy worms. Then everything looks a little brighter.
Fin
But regardless of which I truly belong to, I do believe that I've had an epiphany... and not just because I like the word epiphany either. For the past few weeks, I have been walking around being my normal realist *cough* pessimistic *cough* self, but with extra dedication for some reason.
The "some reason" would actually be lots of reasons. I'm not where I want to be yet and I'm slowly chipping away at the block to get there, but it just wasn't happening fast enough. And then for a while I felt ignored by readers, and then once that phase passed and someone picked up Abstrus, they felt it wasn't a five-star effort, to say the least. Bummed was not the word. This all had me re-evaluating the meaning of life for a while.
The point of this pointless post is to say that in the battle of pessi Vs. opti, I will probably never be the latter... which I'm coming to realize is okay. Just because I'm not a glass-half-full or a "the sun'll come out tomorrow" girl doesn't mean I'm broken. The good news is if this is you too, you're not broken either. I mean, some of the greatest most revered artists in history did things like chop off their own ears and were just plain nuts. If I haven't reached that slippery slope then I'm probably doing pretty okay.
I think that being a pessi/realist is definitely a part of who I am and is it's own motivation for me to keep going and doing what I love. Because ultimately if I love what I'm doing, then someone else will too. That doesn't mean everyone will but even just the someones make this all worth it. And I'm not saying it's cute to always be the worst case scenario type person, because it's not. Even us pessis have opti moments. I know I do... especially when I'm eating gummy worms. Then everything looks a little brighter.
Fin
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