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Most days, I’m an optimist. This often caused my mother to mutter under her breath that I just didn’t understand the situation. You can guess whether her glass was half-full or half-empty. I share my optimistic trait with my dad. Generally, life is for having a good time. Why slog through when you can look around, find something good and get your groove on? But even an optimist has to occasionally tell her inner pessimist to shut up. I was in the shower the other morning, grousing loudly to myself about how tired I was. Ugh. How. Could. I. Carry. On? .... That’s the WORST thing you can come up with, I thought to myself? I basically turned my frown upside down and felt immeasurably better for doing it. Why focus on the negative? This works at the gym too, when every step on the elliptical trainer is a trial, instead of inwardly bitching about it, I decided to think about how good I would feel when I was done.

I know platitudes are spread thick but it helps to remind myself of the more helpful, pleasant ones. You’ll never hear me spouting off stupidities like “A woman’s place is in the home” but you might hear me say “Suck it up, dumbass!” Tell me what phrase you wish YOU could find cross-stitched on a pillow.