I would consider myself an eternal optimist: you know, a “do”-er instead of a “gonna”; a half-full glass kind of girl as opposed to a half-empty one (unless that glass is a cocktail glass because in which case, HELLO! Could I please have another?!); and an advocate of positive thinking because hey, I know that attempting to solve or change a negative or unpleasant situation is approximately 99.9% more fun and productive than endlessly complaining about it!
HOWEVER. I also know what it feels like to visit Whinge Town myself; to experience disappointment; to have a day that seems so insanely nightmare-ish that you have to pinch yourself to double check that no, you’re not actually in the midst of one, and to have a conversation with someone that makes you feel cruddy. And while I completely endorse appreciating and savouring the most heavenly moments in life (after all, that’s what Thank Frock It’s Friday! is all about!), I also think it’s important to acknowledge the moments where you feel as though you’re coming crashing back to earth, too!
Fairytales have conditioned us to believe that there’s always a “happily ever after’’. Books such as The Secret have become massively popular because they encourage its readers to manifest their dream lives and believe in the power of positive thinking. And while I think that’s truly EXCELLENT and that if, as a result, more people are achieving their wishes and inspired to take action than ever before, that’s incredible, at the same time, I also can’t help but wonder if they’ve lured us into creating unnecessary complexes about perfection for our own lives. That perhaps, instead of motivating us to create wonderful change and phenomenal adventure, it’s actually caused feelings of inadequacy, failure and depression that didn’t exist before we set ourselves such huge ideals instead. That in a sea of positivity, we all of a sudden feel ashamed if we wake up in a foul mood. That if we’re not out having a mind-blowingly fabulous time on a Saturday night, everyone else automatically MUST have a more exciting and interesting life than us. That if we experience pain, there’s something wrong with us. And that if we don’t magically achieve or fulfill everything that we’ve assured ourselves that we can do, then we’re surely doing something wrong, or just not trying hard enough. It’s NONSENSE, and it’s absurd, and honestly, it’s probably having the exact opposite effect on our happiness than what we intended it to have.
It’s okay to have sky-high ambitions, possess an upbeat attitude (I’m sure that you’re lovely to be around!) and to seek out the best possible life that you can have; in fact, it’s your absolute RIGHT. But it’s also okay to have days where you feel like doing nothing, to cry for no reason and to decide that instead of constantly pursuing society’s ever elusive view of utopia, that you’re more than content to chase your own version of what life, living and happiness is all about, instead.