Sometimes Life Just Sucks

And other thoughts I’m learning to adopt

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If I could only pick three words to describe myself, one of them would inevitability be “optimistic.” I assume the best is going to happen, while I always believe we can handle the worst. Searching for the positive in situations, I have always been able to find some gleam of light hidden somewhere.

Years ago, my friend Sue gave me a nickname. We laugh about it to this day: She called me OB — standing for optimistic bullshit. While she has always loved my positive energy, there were moments during her initial battle with Multiple Myeloma where it became tiresome.

Clearly, I always find the bright side even during dark, chaotic, scary times. While I sat by Sue during her painful ordeal, I felt it was my intrinsic duty to lift her spirits and provide her with feelings of hope and confidence.

Baby of Three

My role of being eternally optimistic was one that was innate for me from the start. As the youngest and silliest of three sisters, I was always the one who made people laugh. I lightened up situations and found joy in places where it may have been difficult to discover.

Even when my parents sat us down to tell us they were getting divorced, I remember waiting to step into my assumed role. My oldest…