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Cupcake Farting Unicorns Will Beat The Zombies
Teaching this old cynic how to hope.
I’ve always been a cynic, the one in the crowd who’s always waiting for the other foot to drop.
I’d like to say it’s because I simply have no faith in humanity, but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with the gremlins in my head. It’s like the experts say; when you find faults outside yourself — be it in people, experiences, or things — it’s often more of a reflection back on ourselves.
It takes a whole lot of work for me to be optimistic and hopeful. And I’m not speaking to toxic positivity, in which people become a shimmering unicorns who fart cupcakes. No, I’m talking about being able to go about my day and not automatically assume it’s going to be the worst day ever (okay, so that’s a bit dramatic but there’s lots of days when that’s my mindset).
The amount of energy I must expend to coax myself into trusting today will not implode, that I won’t ruin my children’s lives in a single bad-parent move, and that my life (despite it’s mediocre looking exterior) is more than okay, far exceeds the amount of breath you had to use to read this very long run-on sentence.
But the effort is well worth the exhausted evenings and the nights of take-out…
