Optimism

I heard Mom reading to Fuzzy Fur Face, that is Dad, that California—where we live—in the most optimistic place on earth.  That isn’t to insult any other place; it is just one man (Derek Siver’s) opinion.

”Will you come to my event?” you might ask, and people will say yes. ”Do you want to help with this project?” they will almost always say yes, full of enthusiasm, and 100% sincere, fully intending to be there, to help, whatever. They believe they will do it. But when it comes to the time of doing it, and they’ve optimistically said “yes!” to a dozen other things too, or perhaps they’re just nestled in the comfort of their California home, maybe they are at the beach having fun, swimming, whatever, and then... well... they reluctantly “flake” - and won’t follow through.

Don’t get bitter and write them off as a fake, or backstabbers. Just understand that it’s a side-effect of sincere optimism, and adjust your expectations accordingly.

Momma and I were walking down the street of Burbank California and met a young woman such as Siver's describes. She was the sort of person that makes you think of champagne--where bubbles tickle your nose. She offered to help, but we didn't hear from her again. Although maybe just meeting her was enough to make us believe anything is possible…and maybe meeting us gave her courage to live her dream.

Maybe.