This morning, I read about Project Optimism at The Best Life, the idea of which is to post on Mondays about something that makes you optimistic. This is one of my favorite, happiest blogs, but still I said “maybe next week.”
I was not having a great day today. Work was slightly better than terrible. I had to stay late and catch the 6:30 train, but the LIRR was running on delays so I didn’t get home until almost 8.
Husband Tom picked me up at the train station and we went to grab pizza because it’s fast and I wanted to try and get some writing in. As much as I love Little Vincent’s, I couldn’t help but get annoyed that they leave the freaking doors open and freeze their patrons to death, so I have to eat pizza in my down coat. And not like I can bring it home – I’m not allowed to eat in my room!
Then Tom said “Oh, I forgot to bring your computer.” To which I replied, “That’s the most important part!” …I realize that’s not the nicest thing I could have said but I have trouble holding in my emotions most to all of the time.
He pointed out that we were about 5 blocks from home and we could go back, get the computer, and go back out to Starbucks. I decided to give up for the night, wishing I had an office or a desk or just anywhere at Daddy’s house that I could get away and concentrate.
When I got home, I was surprised to find that Tom had spent most of his day working on cleaning up my childhood bedroom / our future den. We had only started looking at the room yesterday.
WARNING: this photo may not be not suitable for those that experience lightheadedness, shortness of breath, OCD, or dust allergies.
I counted 6, no 8, no 10, no 12… twelve guitars and a mandolin. Tom claimed he could get it cleaned up in two weeks, before his semester starts.
Despite my assertion in my wedding vows that “The thing I love most about you is your optimism. Because of you, I believe that together we can do anything.” um… I didn’t believe him. (That doesn’t count as breaking my vows, right?)
Well, today it looked like this:
So, yes. That’s why I like my husband. He gave me optimism on a day when everything else was going wrong.