Do not underestimate the power of a rose-colored perspective. I bought these glasses back when I was a New Yorker and recently started wearing them again.
Below, a before-and-after story.
Piero: It's 7:30. Shouldn't you be waking Luca up for school?
Me: (dawning horror) Huh? Whuh? Whaaaa?!!!!
After rose-colored glasses:
Piero: It's 7:30. Shouldn't you be waking Luca up for school?
Me: (blissfully stretching) All in good time, my man. Sleep is doubly delicious when it's stolen.
Me: (blissfully stretching) All in good time, my man. Sleep is doubly delicious when it's stolen.
Me: Traffic. Ugh.
After rose-colored glasses:
Me: Luca, my dearest, it's time to set out on our daily trek through the quaint old Woods of Holly.
(Yes. It's real. Here.)
3. Before rose-colored glasses:
Me: Please coffee kick in kick in kick in kick in kick in.
After rose-colored glasses:
4. Before rose-colored glasses:
After rose-colored glasses:
Me: My writing time is sacred. Please leave a message after the beep.
5. Before rose-colored glasses:
Me: I'm exhausted. That coffee did zilch for me. Gather. Breathe. Focus. We're out of milk, eggs and white wine vinegar. Whoa--and why-- am I hungry? Gather. Breathe. Focus. Is that a police helicopter buzzing overhead? Do I have time to run to the grocery store before I pick Luca up from school? Still need to mail those bills. I want motorcycle boots. Ooh look a squirrel. GATHER BREATHE FOCUS!!
After rose-colored glasses:
Me: Every day in every way I am getting better and better.
