The oddness of optimism

I feel strange.

I’m in a good mood.

Just an hour ago, I was walking around Westwood to one of my favorite restaurants in the village, Mr. Noodle. I ordered chow mein and thai iced tea. While I waited for my food to be ready, I flipped through the latest issue of Wired and contemplated picking up some cookies at Diddy Riese next door. I nixed the idea when I realized that most of the people in my office are sick of sweets after having leftover deserts from a bunch of end of the year events.

I returned in my car to find my favorite song, “Las Flores” by Café Tacuba, playing. I forgot how much listening to Re (1994) made me happy. I began to get excited for their July 15th Hollywood Bowl concert and new album.

My day hasn’t been particularly special, I haven’t received any great news or accomplished anything spectacular. It’s actually pretty average, and yet I feel really good.

I feel happy.

I guess it feels weird, because I’ve been pretty unhappy lately. And those things are still lingering. My relationship is over; I didn’t get appointed to a position I wanted; I have tons of work to do in the next two weeks and little motivation to complete it. Despite that stuff, it’s not really bugging me. At least not today or right now.

I can just as easily think of all the things that have made me happy lately like celebrating my friend Greg’s 21st birthday (yeah, sometimes I hang out with the undergrads), my cousin Valerie and tía Josie’s co-birthday party in which we camped out in their backyard, my family’s upcoming trip to Cancún, briefly chatting with Chispa on Saturday at the Raza Youth Conference, The Office season 3, Jill Scott and Lupe Fiasco at UCLA’s JazzReggae Festival, Oiyan giving me props last night at my final Graduate Students Association Forum meeting as VP of External Affairs, and karaoke with some cool new friends.

Right now, I feel good. I feel optimistic.

Why is it so strange?


0 thoughts on “The oddness of optimism

  1. It’s weird, how in the midst of so much darkness, light manages to shine through. Optimism is that hope, that light. Own it, love it, even when it comes from out of the blue. Those moments seem so rare and come from out of nowhere, but I know I definitely cherish them when they make an appearance.

    Sorry about the breakup, but yay for Jim and Pam, right?! They really reeled me in this season, and I can’t wait for season 4… “I’m sorry, what was the question?” AAGGGHH!!

  2. Hola Cindylu! Sometimes being sad becomes the norm we forget what being happy feels like. . . until you experience happiness again and realize how good it is to be happy =D When I was *away* for 3 yrs I was really sad but didnt realize how sad I was until I came back and realized how happy I was now.

    Love u. xoxo.

  3. For me, it’s just getting caught up in the tedium of my daily life. Usually, I’m thinking of all the things I have to do the minute I wake up…and that instantly starts dragging me into Debbie Downer mode. On the rare occasions I drop everything and just do something for me, I find I’m really happy. There may not be anything particularly special about what I’m doing, but just taking the time to drink the simple things in improves my mood tenfold.

  4. good that your sun is shinning. sorry about the relationship, but i’m sure a talented good looking chicana won’t be single for long (it’s up to you if you want to take a risk with HP =).

    hey cindylu, why don’t you write your readers an ode to optimism?

    my life lately is so confusing, but that’s another matter.


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