“It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.
“So it is.”
“Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.”
I had my annual mammogram taken yesterday. Now that’s a lot of fun, isn’t it Ladies? I can’t complain, however, because it is a completely painless procedure for me. In fact, I look forward to the opportunity to put on the heated bathrobe and drink the herbal tea. It’s like a spa visit except for the breast-in-a-vise part. But I will put up with a smooshed mammary gland in exchange for a chance to sit in a lovely waiting room in a pleasantly warm jacket sipping tea and reading a good book. I’m always disappointed when they call my name.
Anyhoo, at the end of the procedure, I said to the extremely nice woman who spoke kindly and patiently to me all the while that she was smashing my breasts between two glass plates, “You must get so tired of saying the same comforting things all day long to so many women, and you must get sick of looking at women’s breasts.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Not really,” she finally said, thoughtfully. “I’m just grateful I don’t have to give barium enemas all day long any more.”
And there you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. A woman who looks at the bright side of life.
That’s not me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a doom-and-gloom person. In fact, I’m quite cheerful almost all of the time. You won’t hear me saying “Oh me, oh my,” in the manner of, say, Eeyore. I don’t necessarily expect the worst. I’m just always prepared for the worst.
I can’t tell you how many times I have said something like “What are we going to do if……? to Bill, to which he has invariably responded by saying something like “That’s probably not going to happen,” or “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
There’s nothing more annoying to a pessimist, er, I mean a realist than an optimist. I know because I have lived with a glass-half-full person for 22 years. Sometimes I want to take that stinking half-full glass and throw it against the wall. But I worry that the kids will walk on the broken glass with bare feet. Sigh.
Bill lives his life knowing with absolute certainty that things are going to work out. All the while, I’m thinking about what we are going to do if they don’t.
Shortly after we were married, Bill got a phone call from his biggest client who told him that because of budget constraints, they were going to have to do without his services. It was a major blow.
I was awake all night. Bill slept like a baby.
“It will work out,” he said.
It, of course, did. Within a few weeks, he got a phone call from another big client and everything worked out for the best.
I will tell you, however, that no matter how often I have witnessed this phenomenon in my life, it is simply not my nature to not worry. I don’t think I will ever be that person.
I’ve had this cartoon on my refrigerator for 20 years or so….
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. (Philippians 4:6)
In other words, worry about nothing; pray about everything.