I'm sitting here this morning feeling all mellow and relaxed and really not caring that I have Important Real Life Things to do. Things like going to the store to buy soy sauce and baking powder. Things like getting my glasses repaired. Things like folding those two loads of towels on the couch.
Instead, I'm sitting here, knitting away on a sweater for Steve and pondering. Pondering what to do with this...
...340 yards of Paco-Vicuna (28 g), about an 18s/52 wpi. It is going to be something lacy, of course. Possibly an Emily Shawl (Rav link). But the real question is to dye or not to dye. The natural colour is a lovely, rich, warm beige that I hate to cover up, but beige and I decided to part ways a few years back when my hair turned white. Blue would be better, but the natural is so pretty. So I knit and stare and ponder.
And very now and then I get up and check on this...
...Big Pile o' Mo. Because checking it every five minutes will make it dry faster. I spent part of yesterday washing marvellous kid mohair locks in natural colours with the vision of a fabulous monochromatic tail-spun yarn that will become the most glorious scarf in the history of the Universe. But mohair dries in January at about the same rate molasses flows in January. So I check and I ponder the marvellous yarn yet to come.
All this knitting and checking and pondering has led my mind down a few stray paths, too. Which brings me to the topic of today's sermon. Optimism, or the lack thereof.
I am an optimistic person. Not like Pollyana optimistic, where everything is wonderful all the time. I do have a little to much skepticism for that, and 50 years of living in the Real World had taught me a lesson or two on tempering optimism with caution. But I'm essentially a glass-half-full kind of person. (See the above hopeful delusion that mohair will dry quickly in January.)
This does not mean that I don't notice the bad things. Or that I don't complain. I do both. Lots. But I get over it, or find a way to turn it around. I make a joke and move on and embrace the joy in life.
But lately, it has struck me that I am in a minority. (I may not actually be, but it just seems that everybody is so full of gloom and doom.) My Facebook and Twitter is full of complaint and misery. Some seem to delight in reposting news stories of death and mayhem and tragedy of operatic proportions. Others are sharing the suffering of their New Years resolution diets or the dark days of January (for which I actually do feel some sympathy). A few are trying to pick political fights-Albertan and American (Neither contest is looking like it's going to be pretty, even to us optimists). There are even a couple who have made disparaging comments on the positive posts of others. (It may be getting close to time for a Friend Purge...)
Even the Real World seems to be in a bad mood. On two separate occasions this past week, strangers in check-out lines started conversations with me. Normally, this would delight me, but these conversations were just openings for them to vent their spleens to a stranger. (And, as a side note, to the man who believes that photoradar is just a cash grab by the Municipality because they nailed you 3 times on the same stretch of road: STOP SPEEDING and the Municipality will stop grabbing your cash. Just sayin'.) Cashiers and servers grumble about the winter weather, which, in my opinion, has been exceptionally mild this year. Well, okay, they reply, then say "but just wait, we're gonna get nailed."
You know, when you dwell on the negative, pretty soon it's all you see. I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of people out there who are missing some pretty awesome adventures because all they can see are the roadblocks. There is a silver lining to every cloud, but there seem to be a lot of people noticing the cloud to every silver lining these days.
So is it just the January Blues? Or is everybody depressed because the Mayans are going to end the world this year. (Or because the Family Radio Network failed to do so last year?) Or is this because there is too much bisphenol-A in our drinking water? Or do this many people just see the glass as half empty?
Well, you know what the optimist in me says to that?
"Glass half-full. Glass half-empty. Who cares? We've still got wine either way!"