It made me chuckle and grimace. It's true. I don't. My glass isn't full or empty it is fragile. And while motherhood exaggerates this tendency this example was in early 2009- my young footloose and fancy free self.
The fragility is what stresses me out. How could I be as lucky as I am? How? There must be a dangling shoe somewhere.
I really struggle to keep those feelings at bay and appreciate the here and now. But every time I get giddy looking at the life I have I immediately mentally knock on wood as I imagine all the terrible twists that could bring us to our knees.
It really isn't the best way to live and I worry what it means about my mental health.