It’s Valentine’s Day and I leave work, where my husband has sent me some cheerful pink roses.
I walk through the streets of New York, pausing to look up at the Empire State Building, lit up in a pinkish purple.
I look around and see women carrying flowers, couples holding hands.
I think about how I saw more happy V-Day statuses this year than hateful. Have my bitter friends lost their energy or are people just a little happier this year?
I make my way to Argo Tea, where I order an iced blueberry white tea and sit down to write. I hopefully ponder my future writing prospects.
Is it so much to ask to be Tina Fey when I grow up?
I think about my weekend plans: improv, a wedding, and a bonus day off on Monday.
Suddenly it hits me: Oh yeah, this is what optimism feels like. I have to admit it’s been eluding me lately. But in this moment, I finally feel hopeful, positive, optimistic. Let’s try to keep that going.
Give me some good news, lovers and friends.
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I like this, Jill. P.O. doesn’t have to be a huge endeavor; it’s appreciating the small things in life. I don’t even have a snarky comment today.
Your optimism post emanates love and an appreciation for the small things. Sounds like you took in the beauty around you. Hope you danced your bootie off at the wedding!
I sure did!
I never know when a good mood is going to strike but I have to appreciate it when it does.
Ok ok. If it takes V-day to make you happy then I’ll stop bashing it. Me likey when you’re in a good mood!
Lol. You can bash it all you want. Seeing you get irrationally mad makes me smile also.
Lol…good to know! I’m entertaining even when mad!
Never a dull moment.