Optimism makes me happy

I was surprised by my own optimism (or delusion?) this weekend. At writing group, someone said they'd had a bad week and things were weren't going well. One other person agreed, but myself and another girl took the optimistic attitude. Then, in a lull I thought about my week: my husband's 96-year old grandmother died, I stayed home from work because of a migraine and I was told by my physio that I was unlikely to have a pain-free hip anytime soon (more on that here). Not a stellar week overall, but still my default position was one of optimism – weird!

Happy, happy (joy, joy)

I have much to be grateful for today. Firstly, I had a great weekend visiting my Nana. She sent me home with a book, two shirts and some kitchen tools so that unpacking was as exciting as packing had been. Secondly, the day started with a bike ride mostly in the sun despite looming storm clouds. Thirdly, I got a raise at work and it will be back-dated six months to my proper anniversary/review date. Finally, blueberries were slightly less ridiculously expensive than usual so we're having them for dessert. They're the perfect, healthy end to the day. 

More happiness

The other night my husband, a friend and I went to the Ballet. It's been years since I've been to the ballet, and even then I wasn't a regular attendee. The performance of 20:21 by the Australian Ballet was really good. I'm not an expert, but I enjoyed seeing the athleticism, skill and aesthetic of the dancers and the company as a whole. The show was a good combination of classical (a Stravinsky movement) and modern (including a Twyla Tharp piece - my friend told me she was important). 

In the Upper Room, photo by Jeff Busby