Taking a positive perspective on things has never been a problem for me. I have been a glass-half-fuller my whole life.
When we were kids my dad used to tell a story about two sisters. One was an eternal optimist, the other a pessimist. These sisters were supposed to be me and my younger sis.
One day the dad puts the two girls in separate rooms. The pessimist, we’ll call her Kristen, in a room full of toys and the optimist, we’ll call her Kasie, in a room full of manure.
It’s important to note here that my sister and I are not really the caricatures the story makes us out to be. We are both governed by a tremendous logic that tries to honestly weigh the odds and make calculated decisions.
That said I am more likely to think things will turn out okay and Kristen more likely to expect imminent disaster.
Anyway, after an hour the father returns