Dear Theresa: I am not a pessimist…I think.

Hello Theresa!

I do hope you don’t mind me addressing my blog to you today. I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately, and, well, like sometimes in public speaking when it helps to pick out one member of the audience and address your talk to them, the same can be true for blogging.

Is it sunny in good old Southern California today? D’uh. Sorry. Of course it is! It’s cold in Tassie–light the fire and put on a thick dressing gown type cold. No, I bet you don’t miss that one bit! It feels like only a few short months ago (d’uh! It WAS only a few months ago) that I was getting up to 5am daylight and sitting here in shorts and a t-shirt, in complete denial that the weather could ever be anything different. Well, it’s definitely different. I’ve lived here all my life, I can’t believe that cold weather takes me by surprise every single year. Denial, I guess.

The mountain. Taken from our front porch. Yes, that's snow already.

The mountain. Taken from our front porch. Yes, that’s snow already.

I. Cannot. Wait. To. See. You. Again!!! We sat around together on Saturday and did some research into accommodation and transport and all those other practical things you need to know about when you drag a family of five across to the other side of the world. It was fun, but I was tired, and had had a lot going on. And about half-way through the conversation I realised something weird about myself: I didn’t want to go.

Now don’t get me wrong, yes, we ARE coming. Yes, we ARE hauling the family over to the other side of the planet to explore yet another handful of new cities and, yes, actually drive a crazy-big RV on the wrong side of the road while our kids sit in the back and play Lego or argue. Yes, I AM a wild adventurer who’s been desperate to travel and see the world for as long as she can remember. Yes. That’s still me.

But…

Here’s something that occurred to me a while back. I’m pretty sure that inside every optimist is a hidden pessimist. That inside every calm and relaxed person is a hidden drama queen. That inside every shy person is a tiger ready to fight its way to the surface. 

Most of the time we ourselves don’t know it’s in there. I’m pretty sure of that. But have you ever had a friend who, under great stress, does something wildly out of character? I’m noticing it a fair bit. I’m pretty sure it’s true for us all. I think we all have, like, an “outer personality”, the who-we-are, but that the other, opposite side, is also present, and manifests itself when we’re under pressure. Now I’m no psychologist, but I am a student of human nature. I think this is why I was always such a poor finisher of things – a true 90-percenter. Passionate about starting anything new, but scared to fail, so I wouldn’t complete. I noticed it with my last US trip: I was so gun-ho to go, but as it got closer the fears nearly threatened to overwhelm me. And now it’s the same again.

I. Love. Travel.

It’s true. I’m a travel nut, and I’ve been missing you, and my other friends there, and the US itself, ever since I got back. I can’t wait to come again, that much is true…I’ve just got to get over my fear that my kids will be kidnapped by satanists on Superbowl weekend (granted, I don’t know when Superbowl weekend is), or stolen in a shopping mall because I turned my back on them to check out the price of toothpaste for a minute.

What IS the Superbowl, any how? Is it football? It can’t be baseball surely, because they have the World Series. Ah, who knows.

Your kids live there. They’re such gorgeous, happy things, too. Do you ever get afraid they’ll be kidnapped by satanists?

I like my optimist side much better.

Hello Theresa!

Hello Theresa!

Well, that’s all for now. It’s the first day back at school for my guys today, so I better go make lunches. Sigh.

It’s been nice talking to you like this. I’ll see you soon. I WILL! Just a soon as I get my pessimistic nature firmly back in its box, where it belongs.

 

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6 thoughts on “Dear Theresa: I am not a pessimist…I think.

  1. The Super Bowl is in fact football. American football. It’s usually in February or very late January because the football season starts in fall and ends in winter. It also usually falls on my birthday weekend. So we won’t be watching the Super Bowl while you’re here.

    If anything, it might be Labor Day weekend or the tart of school for the kids. It will still be quite hot here in TN so being those shorts.

    As for toothpaste, it’s not usually sold in shopping malls that I’ve seen so you’re safe, but don’t turn your back in a supermarket if you’re really concerned about toothpaste stalkers.

    • Oh, well February. Well that’s all right then, because the satanists will be long gone by the time I get there…lol 🙂

      You don’t sell toothpaste in shopping malls? Wow. We have supermarkets in ours, and chemists (drug stores). But ours here in Tassie are about the size of one shop in the malls I visited over there. And not only that, if we go to Kmart or Target we actually have to go to A WHOLE NOTHER SHOP if we want to buy groceries. Wow. Some things you just take forgranted.

  2. Megan, I love you!! I can relate so much to your mixed emotions… I felt similarly while getting ready for India. (I know, I know, I haven’t blogged yet about it… ) I’m so excited to see you again and meet your family!! The Superbowl is Football, and is the first weekend in February… I think (I don’t like football but have teenaged sons so I am familiar with it. ) And I worry like that about my kids but haven’t lost one yet. 🙂 You will be fine, you’ll have a great trip, and you get to come to Michigan again and what could be better than that?!?!? Just picture Susie’s face and you will feel so much better. 🙂

    • Kathi I can’t wait to see you either!!
      Although, to tell you the truth, it was probably hanging out with you and Susie in the mall and listening to you both talk about how parents weren’t being attentive enough with their children that put that fear in me in the first place. Possibly a good thing…better safe than sorry, and I’m VERY unfamiliar with life in big cities (yes, Grand Rapids is a big city)…but I might have to relax a bit and trust a bit more than I’ve been doing over the last week or two. Living like that is too stressful!

  3. I wish you were coming through New Mexico!

    I think we’re all like one of those Russian ‘nested dolls’. Inside the optimist there’s a pessimist…

    …within which is an optimist…

    …and so on, until you get to the very last one…

    …and SURPRISE! There’s God, lauging at the abusrd complexities of our mortal lives.

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