Day 295- The Mouse That Roared, Optimistically

I'm going to tell you something that only The Huz knows about me:

I think I can accomplish anything. 

I am blindly optimistic. If I need to sew a costume, I think it will take me 3 hours. Need to clean the garage in an afternoon? No problem. To-Do List long as my arm? I got it handled, just relax. 

I'm like those 5-year olds who tie a towel around their neck and try and fly off the porch--I'm positive it'll work out.

I am in a continual state of "I can do that."

Even when I can't. I am Miss Can-Do, even when it ain't gonna happen. Now, some might find this annoying. I know I do. 

But it seems that I cannot help it.  I approach everything with a mindset of success. What's up with that?

Here's a typical and frequent conversation in our house:

Me: Hunh. I'm sorry, I really thought I'd have that done by now. I worked hard.

Huz: It's okay. You always do this. You take on too much in too little time. 

Me: But, I really thought I could...

It's like I was made without a "Or Can I?" button. However, I was thinking about it yesterday, as I stood amongst my unclean, unfinished garage project

and I got really, really glad that I am foolishly optimistic. 

Otherwise, I'd never start a thing. And where would that leave me? The world is an overwhelming place. There are big things, big problems, big ideas--sometimes a little mouse just wants to stay in her hidey-hole. 

I wouldn't have started this frackin' blog project if I hadn't have thought I could. But I did. And I wouldn't have agreed to months of solo-parenting if I didn't think I could do it. Or getting a house ready to sell by myself. And it IS taking on a lot. 

But I really think I can.

Pulling...up...self...by...bootstraps, 

Dani