At Least

It’s been a while since I last wrote – whoops! Seems to be a trend for me, but one I’m intent on breaking. I can’t say that I’ve been too busy to write, especially since I haven’t been spending long hours running insane distances between my last post and now. I guess I’ve just been out living. And while I want to document life here, I haven’t been good about being consistent. But I digress.

Optimism (the topic) has come up a lot at work, especially because inventory season is upon us, which is a time that no one seems to be particularly cheerful about. A little background on inventory: twice a year we have to count everything in the hospital (on a Saturday… you can see why people don’t like it that much) so that we have an accurate picture of how much money we have tied up in materials. It isn’t the most exciting thing in the world, but it has to be done. This year is especially difficult, as we’ve been trying to change the process, but in fact this has made it harder (instead of easier like we’d hoped it would be). And there’s a lot of grumbling – grumbling about the work that needs to be done to prepare, grumbling about coming in on a Saturday – just, grumbling.

Which is where my optimism comes in. I don’t mean to, but when something bad or sad or agitating happens, without meaning to and without fail, I follow it up with an “at least”. It’s pouring rain outside? At least it’s good cocoa weather. Our flight’s delayed? At least I’ll have a chance to grab a cookie and use the bathroom one more time before boarding. Inventory’s kind of a drag? Well, at least it will be over soon.

This isn’t easy for everyone. My coworker has admitted that he tends to fall on the opposite side of the fence sometimes, being pessimistic about things rather than seeing the positive. And I think a lot of people do this too. It’s not wrong. But I’m glad my glass usually looks half-full.

So I just wanted to write a small tribute to these two words. I know looking on the bright side isn’t for everybody and that it’s harder for some than for others, but I’m grateful that “at least” has been there for me, to turn the day around when it all seems to be falling apart. I’m so appreciative of the fact that it’s easy for me to do this. That I can see the silver lining, that I can celebrate the “at least”. My brain seems programmed to seek out the good, and I don’t want that to change. (is that bragging? I don’t mean it to be.)

It is, in fact, raining outside, and I’ve got a bit of a stomachache. But at least it gave me a chance to write a blog post 🙂