I imagine by telling myself something often enough and with forceful enough thought-energy, I can make it so. By this reckoning, I am fit [without ever exercising; in fact I mock exercise] and healthy [without eating properly or drinking water unless there is tea or booze in it]; my house is reasonably clean [though I cringe at the clouds of cat hair swirling about me as I walk upstairs]; we will always have plenty of money [regardless of how often I splurge on manicures, cocktails, dinners out, and shoes].
I think my children are learning to do most things smarter than I do them.
I feel certain all of the Seniors who have passed through my classroom this year are going to ace the final board presentations they have continually put off organizing and I will weep with joy as I announce their names at graduation in less than 40 school days. Wait, I hate crying in front of people. I won't be gritting my teeth?
I like to believe in the best outcome but be secretly prepared for the worst - this makes me, what, a cautious optimist? Or a hopeful pessimist? Maybe just delusional.
I can live with that.
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I wish I had that kind of attitude. I actually have trouble believing in the best--except when it comes to my children. THEY are amazing.
I am using that same wishful thinking with my senior son's exhibition project. I hope he doesn't throw a substantial scholarship away by not doing it--he just says "I've got it Mom!"
A cautious optimist or a hopeful pessimist, whichever it is...I feel uplifted when I read your posts - not often enough.
I want to make things so, too.
No serious delusions, I think. :0
You are forcefull for sure :)
Love ya.
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