...so a neighbor and colleague told me this morning, when I ran into him and his wife coming back from a walk just as I was heading out for one.
It's a gorgeous day here--after single-digit temperatures last weekend, it's now 72 and sunny. So, I skipped the gym, put on my hiking boots, and headed for White Park, a huge woodsy space criss-crossed with trails that's about a ten-minute walk from our house.
En route I ran into a couple who live around the corner from us coming back from the park. I mentioned that I wanted to get out and walk before it rained.
"Is it going to rain today?" they asked.
"Well, there's like a thirty percent chance of rain," I offered sheepishly.
"So," Michael said, "your opportunism is a function of your pessimism."
Wow! Yeah, I guess it is.
After years of living in Colorado, where the forecast sometimes called for rain but where, in fact, it almost never did rain, back here in wetter climes I fully expect that if the weather guy says it's gonna rain, it will. Even if he says it isn't, I figure it could still happen. I've re-learned the necessity of having umbrellas in the car and my desk drawer, just in case.
But is it true, in a larger sense, that my opportunism is a function of my pessimism?
Am I that much of a glass-half-empty kind of gal?