Here's Where Pessimism Pays Off

In my ideal world, I'd sleep until 10 every morning and stay up until 3am. I don't even try and pretend I'm a morning person. Civilized in the morning? Sure. I might even smile at you. But, productive before 10? It's a struggle. With a soccer game scheduled at 9 this morning, allergy season upon me, and J working in extreme western Virginia helping to undercut a tunnel this weekend, I wasn't really looking forward to today. Granted, it probably wasn't smart of me to stay on the computer until my eyes fell out of my head last night, pop them back in place and read until waaaaaay too late. But when I woke up to the sounds of my sleepless neighbor mowing at 7:15 (don't worry, your early-birdness only makes us love you more. Who dat crazy man?!), my eyes feeling like sandpaper and my nose all stuffy I'd pretty much decided this was going to be a crappy day. Because that's what you do when you're a pessimist...make your assumptions before you even get out of bed.

But, guess what? Soccer was cancelled after we were already dressed and ready for the day, the Magic 8 Ball said we'd sell the house by June 1st, my bluebird friend was back on the deck singing a Disney song to me this morning and I've actually gotten some things done. To anybody else, this might seem like an ordinary start to an ordinary day. But to me, Pessimist Extraordinaire, this is a surprising start to what may end up being a perfectly fine day. And fine is all I need.