No Explanation for Me--Kimberly Sabatini
I am a die-hard optimist. (almost) I'm attaching the almost for fear of awakening the gods of "never-say-never" and incurring their wrath. Those gods give me the willies. The only thing worse than being an unshakable optimist, is being an optimist that's been well shaken. *shudders* It's better not to prod them while they're sleeping.
Ask most of my family and friends and they will tell you (or remain quiet while rolling their eyes behind my back) that while my glass-half-fullishness has perhaps served me well, it has also been one of my greatest weaknesses. It causes me to be described with words like gullible, naive, wimpy, and the always popular--a glutton for punishment. Occasionally, it's just been easier to call me an idiot. And it might surprise you, but often, I see their point. There are days when I don't just look like a door mat, I feel like one too.
But here's the thing. I know the reason why this trait is my own personal groundhog day movie.
This part of who I am never changes, because I don't want it to. It's rather simple. We do not become, who we do not want to become. I like being optimistic.
Despite the my grass is just as green as your grass attitude, there are days when all those ugly words, stick to me like I'm wearing a velcro suit. But what helps me is that I know a secret. Optimists embody, what I consider, some of the greatest words in the history of words. (Even the made-up ones like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.) This vocabulary is in my soul.
BELIEVE, HOPE, WONDER.
I am hopeful and I believe in wonder.
And on the days where the "never-say-never" gods are really messing with my head and it feels like someone has called me an idiot one too many times, I sing this to myself...
BELIEVE, HOPE, WONDER.
I no longer wonder why there's no explanation for me. I hope this never changes. I believe--with love, with patience and with faith--I'll make my way.
Ask most of my family and friends and they will tell you (or remain quiet while rolling their eyes behind my back) that while my glass-half-fullishness has perhaps served me well, it has also been one of my greatest weaknesses. It causes me to be described with words like gullible, naive, wimpy, and the always popular--a glutton for punishment. Occasionally, it's just been easier to call me an idiot. And it might surprise you, but often, I see their point. There are days when I don't just look like a door mat, I feel like one too.
But here's the thing. I know the reason why this trait is my own personal groundhog day movie.
This part of who I am never changes, because I don't want it to. It's rather simple. We do not become, who we do not want to become. I like being optimistic.
Despite the my grass is just as green as your grass attitude, there are days when all those ugly words, stick to me like I'm wearing a velcro suit. But what helps me is that I know a secret. Optimists embody, what I consider, some of the greatest words in the history of words. (Even the made-up ones like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.) This vocabulary is in my soul.
BELIEVE, HOPE, WONDER.
I am hopeful and I believe in wonder.
And on the days where the "never-say-never" gods are really messing with my head and it feels like someone has called me an idiot one too many times, I sing this to myself...
BELIEVE, HOPE, WONDER.
I no longer wonder why there's no explanation for me. I hope this never changes. I believe--with love, with patience and with faith--I'll make my way.
Kim, your optimism is probably a big part of why we connected the way we did last weekend—
ReplyDelete*raises half full glass*
Here's to you, hope, & wonder.
*clinks your glass* and raises you a ((((hug)))).
DeleteAttitude is everything, and remaining optimistic is an accomplishment. Especially in the wonderful world of writing!
ReplyDelete<3
DeleteI know exactly what you are talking about. I am an optimist through and through. I too have been called gullible, naive, stupid, too trusting all of those things but I still stay that way. Yes there are days when it catches up and hurts a bit. But I am happy with who I am and how I am and I would rather be optimistic and happy than miserable.
ReplyDeleteIt is who I am and I'm glad about that. :D
Great post, nice to know there are others feeling this way. :) xx
Fabulous!!!! Exactly--this is what makes me a happy person. Bumps in the road happen but it's about this. So glad to know we're in the together!
DeleteYour optimism is an asset, not a liability. :-)
ReplyDelete((((hugs))))
DeleteI am a cautious optimist, but an optimist. Growing up, if things went wrong, my mother would also tell me, "It will be okay." She said this NO MATTER WHAT. On some level I knew she was lying -- sometimes things weren't okay-- not at all. But I inherited her ability to carry on and believe that eventually things would shake out. This sneaks into my books a lot, I've realized -- characters telling other characters that it will be okay even though they suspect that possibly this time it might not be but they will push forward and hope for the best because you just never know.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea that in the l-o-n-g run it will be ok. Your mom ROCKS!!!
DeleteI recently saw an interview with Carrie Underwood in which she said she was still just naïve enough to believe she could do anything. I really love that...
ReplyDeleteThat is fabulous!!!!
DeleteIt loves you back. ((((hugs)))) Me too!
ReplyDelete