Rose Colored Glasses
What is surprising about this week’s post is how hard it is to articulate the thoughts swirling around in my head. It’s about wearing rose colored glasses, and whether that’s a good or bad thing. Both, I think. Although right now, I wish I would have smashed mine into a million pieces.
For you literal thinkers, I don’t mean actual eye wear. I mean that filter we put on people, situations and things that make them look more colorful and, arguably, better than the reality.
On the pro glasses side is positive thinking. Everything is awesome! You make the choice to look at everything and everyone around you in a positive light. What’s not to love about that? All the wise men and women of the world will tell you that happiness is a choice or you can change your life by embracing positive thinking. Now, I don’t 100 percent believe that bullshit, but there is a ring of truth there. Tis better to live in the light than shrink away in the dark.
The other pro that makes my internal optimist happy is looking through rose colored glasses helps you see the world as you want it to be. You can dream about rosy roads ahead and work toward making those dreams come true. Beautiful. Roll the credits and cue the applause!
I’m pretty sure life doesn’t work that way or that easily unless you are the most annoyingly positive and unrealistic person on Earth. Say, Pollyanna Sunshine. Or a Stepford Wife.