Except that I wasn't.
Optimistic, that is.
Wearing a shirt like that is a little like driving a car with a fish on it...you have to always be on your best behavior.
And I wasn't.
I started out with a good attitude. The Hubster had printed out driving directions to a trail that was new to us, along with what he calls, "The Talkabout," a detailed account of the trail so it's nearly impossible to get lost.
He began to read the directions to me, but I decided that there was an easier way. And since I was driving, I was allowed to take that way.
Except that I wasn't sure how to get to one particular road.
And that's when the trouble started.
I got annoyed at myself because I thought I'd passed the road, so I went "around the block," which, in Northern New Jersey is typically 5 miles or so.
Turned out I was going the right way after all, and that frustrated me even more.
It also turned out that the road I thought was a direct route...wasn't.
Nowhere close. It required some prior knowledge of the area, which I had. However, it also required prior knowledge that the road doesn't go straight, as shown on Google Maps. That I did not have.
At this point, I started becoming annoyed with the Hubs. After all, he wasn't helping! He claimed it was because he wasn't familiar with my phone (iphone snob), which was supposed to be navigating for me, but for some reason was silent.
"Well, can't you at least follow along and tell me where the road goes?" I asked, in a sharp tone. And then, in a more shrill voice, "I can't drive and navigate at the same time!"
Oh, that's positive and affirming.
In other words, I got myself into another mess. Get me out of it!
But he wasn't having any of it. He was letting me wallow in my slop, pig that I was.
No matter what way I went, it turned out to be the wrong way, until at last we "arrived at our destination (according to the Google lady)," which was definitely NOT our destination.
We were now both agitated and angry at one another. Not to mention lost.
I waited for him to figure out what to do.
Another optimistic move.
He said, "I can't help you."
"WHATTDYA MEAN YOU CAN'T HELP ME? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME!" I shouted.
"I gotta pee," he said, and jumped out of the car into the brush. He couldn't get away from me quick enough.
I did what anyone who is Optimistic By Nature would do.
I stewed. I muttered. I sneered. I may have even stuck my tongue out at him.
After settling down a bit, I reprogrammed my phone's gps, and we finally found the trailhead and parking lot.
We had ceased all conversational activity. I was still mad at him. I had wanted him to fix everything and he didn't.
But I was also mad at myself for losing my way...in more ways than one...losing my patience, losing my temper, and losing my optimistic outlook.
As I was walking across the parking lot, I seized a final opportunity to be optimistic...I made sure to put on a sad face so that all the other hikers would feel sorry for me. True story.
How's that for an ultimate optimistic attitude?
I walked with my shoulders slumped and tried to will myself to cry. I confess, I really did that...tried to will myself to cry!
But I couldn't, because this other ACTUAL optimistic side of me said, Oh, grow up Mary! Get over it and enjoy the day. Stop being so hard on yourself and on Brian.
As we approached the information kiosk at the trailhead, we both noticed a sign taped over the trail map poster that said, "New trails."
The Hubs said, "So are we supposed to use the new trail map and not the Talkabout?"
I looked at him incredulously.
You're asking ME???
By this time, I had learned my lesson. In my calmest and nicest available voice, I replied, "Given my history of directions today, I don't think I'm the best one to make that decision."
I did notice, however, that the red trail looped around the reservoir, which seemed like a nicer hike than the designated green trail in The Talkabout.
"Okay, we'll stick to the Talkabout," he said.
I kept quiet and let him lead.
Blessings Along the Path,
PS: It wasn't until much later that I realized the irony of the shirt I was wearing...in the parking lot, mind you. In case you've forgotten:
I hadn't even realized it...but the Hubster sure did.
Sweet Lucy...forever optimistic
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