Okay, so lately I have had the end of life on my mind. Gee, I wonder why.... a brother dies, my mother is slowing fading away, I had a cholesterol test done and it was HIGH, I have to schedule more cardiac exams because of what the last one found (or didn't as the case may be), I have even MORE pills I have to take and it is fall, the season I find the most depressing of all. At the moment, my list just keeps growing and I don't see an end in sight.
I have often been asked by friends, family and students how I can possibly stay so positive when there is so much in my life that could be negative or just plain depressing. The answer is complicated.
First, I am one of those irritating "glass half full" people. I have always tried my best to look on the bright side, to see the best, even in the worst situations and to smile when I really feel like crying. I also have always admired the kind of people who take a horrible situation and make something positive out of it.
Second, I am a Taurus born in the Chinese year of the Ox. I am extremely stubborn, bull headed, persistent, tenacious, determined, etcetera. I believe that a positive attitude can work wonders in my life. I know that when my health was at it's worst, when the HIV had me down, I kept holding on and fighting. Now, I guess I figure I really need to keep going.
Third, but not last, I absolutely hate to be negative. Jim might argue, he knows that when it comes to politics, the "right" wing and many other similar topics on the six o'clock news, I tend to be very negative and then I get mad at myself. But when it comes to me, my health and my relationships (especially with the man I love), I really try to be very positive. I know that a positive attitude can change the world.
So, I guess I will try hard not to want to just give up. I will try to keep smiling when I want to cry. I will keep drinking only half a glass so that it will always be half full (nothing wrong with a half a glass of Scotch) and I will do the best I can to survive. Then I will continue to laugh at death while death smiles at me!
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