I’m not sure if it’s a joy or a curse, my eternal optimism. I know from experience that I haven’t yet managed to set up a booth at a craft show, a table at a flea market or any of the other ideas I’ve had. I can’t count on my health being ok, don’t have the supplies I need, haven’t managed enough inventory, etc.
Why do I continue to plan, work on my crafts, spend money on supplies when it never works out? The curse of optimism.
The same reason I draw out, plan, order plants and then come to a dead stop because I don’t have the strength to dig into this clay soil at all!
I suppose, if I wasn’t an optimist, I’d have no reason to get out of bed. I’d never plan or look forward to anything because what’s the point? I have no idea what my days would be like-very dark and depressing, I’m sure.
So, while it may seem like a curse as much as a blessing, I’ll just accept I’m an eternal optimist and continue on my bumbling way as I always have. My success may not be measured by actual success but what is success? Managing to sell my crafts, create and maintain a garden? Or, is success just finding happiness during my roller coaster ride of health issues and life? I’m not fond of roller coasters but I’m able to enjoy the ride nevertheless-because of my optimism.
The answer to whether it’s joy or a curse is obvious-JOY. I choose joy. I hope you do, too.