In the middle of a trying week, I broke down and got some Chinese food take out. I know better, but I was stressed and tired and hungry, so I treated myself to some beef with brocolli and chow mein. I ate it at the dining table, while I read US Weekly, another guilty pleasure. Before getting back to work, I opened my fortune cookie and this is what it told me:
Really? I wanted to ask that cookie. Are you sure?
I was feeling far from courageous and not at all optimistic about things, and now I was feeling resentful that the cookie was making fun of me.
When Rama came home, I showed it to him, and he nodded. “It’s true.”
“I don’t think so,” I sighed.
“Courage doesn’t mean never being scared and optimism doesn’t mean always being happy.”
It took a few days for that to sink in, and I am finally starting to get it. Maybe I am brave. Maybe I am hopeful. Maybe that was never in question.
The real question might be, “You have these gifts. Now what are you going to do with them?”