My son the other day was struggling to find just the right word for "unreasonably and hopelessly optimistic, without any real foundation in reality." I didn't want to say the words 'cockeyed optimist' out loud to my 17 year old son so I offered, "Pollyanna" It doesn't come from a latin root - so he didn't know that one. Oh well. Not much chance he's going to go back and read children's books about a happy little girl in New England a long time ago...
Anyhow - i tend to be a worrier - i can, admittedly, blow things out of proportion and see the downside of a situation a little too quickly. My husband tends the other direction - he's certainly not manic or all rainbows and unicorns, but he tends to be good at not creating problems in his mind either.
One of the things he has been pushing me to work on in myself lately (like for 6 months or more) is to be more optimistic about a lot of things that worry me - mom things, job things, life things, but especially us things. He wants me to believe in us, in who and where we are, and to focus on the joy of it, not my perceived doom and gloom.
So - I'm trying. And to that end - 3 good things.......
1 - Texting from wherever he was last week and telling me to wear my leather collar to bed, and to send a picture before I go to sleep, oh - and to actually go to bed by my bedtime.
2 - Catching up with the dates/caning - it was a decent amount of catching up, and it really is good for me - especially mentally.
3 - Biting and hair pulling and manhandling me around to just where he wants me - i do tend to forget that this is not how it always was - that it is him taking and me surrendering.