I am an optimist by nature. I’ve come to realize that this is a character trait that is in born. While the ability to see the glass as half-full is something that most people can, with practice, learn to do, the true optimist is born that way. It’s like having black hair. You can dye it any color you like but eventually, if left unattended, those black roots will show through.
Life has tried many times to wrestle the optimism out of me. Events have caused me to question my sanity. Times when there was really no sane reason to keep believing in the goodness of mankind, I would still wake up and believe. Some of my closest friends have called me naïve and laughed at my Pollyanna attitude. I have on more than one occasion agreed with them about the ills of this world in order to fit in. But at the end of the day, I believe that people are good. Life is good. There are endless possibilities and dreams really do come true.
I embrace my Self and admit to the world that I am a lemon lover! Yes Life, give me lemons! I have always loved lemons. As a child I would sit in my grandmomma’s kitchen while she made lemon meringue pies. My job was to crumble the Nilla wafers to make the crust and squeeze the lemons to gather the juice. While most kids would be sneaking the extra cookies, I waited for the lemons. Happily, I sucked out the last bit of juice from each slice, ate the pulp, and used the rind to make a funny yellow smile in my mouth.
I never understood how people could not like lemons. They are such a bright and cheery fruit. Yellow is a happy color and every kid laughs at the face people make when they suck a lemon. Without lemons we wouldn’t have things like lemonade, lemon pie, lemon yogurt, lemon pound cake, lemon iced cookies, or lemon drop candy, just to name a few. And now that I’m older, I can’t imagine life without lemons to squeeze into my Greygoose and water.