“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,” (Robert Frost).
One road was completely jammed up. Bumper-to-bumper. Nothing was moving. You should have seen the scowls on the drivers’ faces. The expletives! The horns! Why was this road so jammed? This was the road taken by the pessimists, the naysayers, the people who sucked the oxygen out of the room.
The other road was a delight. All the cars were moving at a clip. Happy, happy drivers. Are they listening to the dulcet tones of Adele or are they listening to the voices in their head purring compliments and validation into their ears? Why was this road so free of traffic? This was the road taken by the optimists, the brave and relentlessly hopeful people who put the oxygen back into the room.
I hate sitting in traffic. I also find it difficult to sit next to Mr. or Ms. Doomsday. I’m absolutely clueless when it comes to navigating traffic patterns but I’m never going to be tempted to take the road filled with people wallowing in their self-pity.
The road filled with optimists has its potholes. There are times when there’s construction so you may have to crawl along till you get to your destination. But I’d be willing to bet you will see this hiccup in your travel as “temporary.” Just a part of life. So rather than get yourself in a snit, you will listen to music, have a one-way conversation with yourself, or just rearrange your refrigerator. You may even zone out but be careful — I just did that and crushed my front fender.
I’ve just laid out your options: The naysayer road is filled with people who will growl, scowl, and irritate everyone around them with those obnoxious horns (Yo, people! Can’t you see the road is backed up?)…
…or you can take the road less traveled by because traffic is light. The optimists are in short supply.