I find that to be true myself. We just went through building a new home, which due to Covid, asshole builder, supply chain, asshole builder, lazy workers, poor workmanship, did I mention asshole builder, TOOK US 19 months! It was the second worse ordeal of my life. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking when did I age so much, or why am I suddenly so ugly, or What in the hell happened to my face???!! Not to mention gaining 8 pounds. But now that it’s over, we’ve moved in and starting outside projects, I smile more often, feel better, and maybe look younger…….My partner told me over dinner tonight, “Hey, you look great, and happy!! (I pondered, was it the new hair color, or the 3 pounds I lost, or the cookies I made for dessert?!!). At any rate, I’m happy, and positive, and I agree with HusbandMouth!! Truly, I think the reason I’m so happy is after much persuasion, my 92 y/o mother is NOT getting a second booster. I won.
It’s a Herculean effort to be positive these days. What with life’s usual snafus and the state of our world, it’s all I can do to be halfway pleasant. I do wake up in gratitude and go to sleep counting my blessings of which there are many. It’s just the goings on during the day that make me want to chew through leather.
There seems to be no end in sight and no relief to the crazy sh@t going on in Washington which tends to cast a pallor over all. Hubby says quit listening and don’t care so much, but that’s not my nature. I’m incensed by the stupidity and evilness of those who swore oaths to do good. I’m working on finding my optimism which apparently has been missing for sometime. Husbandmouth’s astute comment was a timely reminder for many of us.
As I sat with my mom in her final days of cancer - expecting her to pass on to me another clear, concise and important lesson/wisdom that characterized most of her maternal interactions - she told me straight out - “that haircut looks terrible on you. You look like a sheep dog”. Stunned, I looked at her and responded - “seriously, this is what you want to tell me in your final days…”.
Of course, she was right - as always. Friends and husbands told me it was a becoming coiffe - it was not and I did look like a sheepdog. On all matters, she was a reliable red pill because she saw everything clinically and critiqued only for your best interests.
Before leaving me orphaned, I hated that quality. Now I miss it daily and always when I want to know the God’s honest truth about myself, my path, my relationships, etc. Best friends, husbands, even medical professionals can be cagey and compassionate with the truth. Truth-tellers like mom are few.
I am also one of those women.... I'd rather have a harsh truth than an attractive lie ( tho I'll appreciate it if your harsh truth is said with more tact than I can usually drum up).
You managed to find a gem in HM. I can find no wrong in his answer, in that he not only finds positivity attractive- but that in seeking even a bit more of it, you'll benefit your own self.
Smart HusbandMouth
I find that to be true myself. We just went through building a new home, which due to Covid, asshole builder, supply chain, asshole builder, lazy workers, poor workmanship, did I mention asshole builder, TOOK US 19 months! It was the second worse ordeal of my life. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking when did I age so much, or why am I suddenly so ugly, or What in the hell happened to my face???!! Not to mention gaining 8 pounds. But now that it’s over, we’ve moved in and starting outside projects, I smile more often, feel better, and maybe look younger…….My partner told me over dinner tonight, “Hey, you look great, and happy!! (I pondered, was it the new hair color, or the 3 pounds I lost, or the cookies I made for dessert?!!). At any rate, I’m happy, and positive, and I agree with HusbandMouth!! Truly, I think the reason I’m so happy is after much persuasion, my 92 y/o mother is NOT getting a second booster. I won.
Joy is infectious. My New Years resolution was to cultivate gratitude, joy, and contentment. Great post.
We all need to remember to smile. To get out of the bed smiling because we have been gifted with another day. So much to be thankful for…
You have a keeper!
It’s a Herculean effort to be positive these days. What with life’s usual snafus and the state of our world, it’s all I can do to be halfway pleasant. I do wake up in gratitude and go to sleep counting my blessings of which there are many. It’s just the goings on during the day that make me want to chew through leather.
There seems to be no end in sight and no relief to the crazy sh@t going on in Washington which tends to cast a pallor over all. Hubby says quit listening and don’t care so much, but that’s not my nature. I’m incensed by the stupidity and evilness of those who swore oaths to do good. I’m working on finding my optimism which apparently has been missing for sometime. Husbandmouth’s astute comment was a timely reminder for many of us.
Sounds like a sound fellow.
as a person who has spent a lot of time being negative i can understand it.
those that think negatively are happier when their negativity is wrong... im a bit high and not expressing this well.
an optimist is often disappointed where as a pessimist is more likely to be pleasantly surprised
i just stopped giving a crap about what i cant control and am happier for it
As I sat with my mom in her final days of cancer - expecting her to pass on to me another clear, concise and important lesson/wisdom that characterized most of her maternal interactions - she told me straight out - “that haircut looks terrible on you. You look like a sheep dog”. Stunned, I looked at her and responded - “seriously, this is what you want to tell me in your final days…”.
Of course, she was right - as always. Friends and husbands told me it was a becoming coiffe - it was not and I did look like a sheepdog. On all matters, she was a reliable red pill because she saw everything clinically and critiqued only for your best interests.
Before leaving me orphaned, I hated that quality. Now I miss it daily and always when I want to know the God’s honest truth about myself, my path, my relationships, etc. Best friends, husbands, even medical professionals can be cagey and compassionate with the truth. Truth-tellers like mom are few.
Awesome.
Not talking about Husbandmouth.
I am also one of those women.... I'd rather have a harsh truth than an attractive lie ( tho I'll appreciate it if your harsh truth is said with more tact than I can usually drum up).
You managed to find a gem in HM. I can find no wrong in his answer, in that he not only finds positivity attractive- but that in seeking even a bit more of it, you'll benefit your own self.
I like it.