Glass is Half-Full of Lemonade

The Glass Is Half-Full Of Delicious Snow Cones

The last three or four weeks have been tough — between the days and days of kidney stone pain and the surgery not being successful then my Nana passed away.

Although I’ve had a hard time and cried a lot since Nana died, I’ve never felt like my life was bad or somebody was out to get me or anything like that. I even said I was thankful the kidney stones came the day after my daughter’s birthday party and grateful I was recovered enough from my surgery to spend Nana’s last good day with her before she passed.

I’ve been practicing being more optimistic about what could and would happen in my little world — more like I was when I was young and believed the glass was half-full and filled with something way more delicious than water.

Glass is Half-Full of Lemonade
Maybe lemonade? Or a snow cone?

Whenever I started down my worst-case scenario-is-totally-going-to-happen, I stop myself and say: Let’s picture the best thing happening — everything going great. And I would. I usually added a little prayer not to make the best scenario come true but to help me believe in the best.

Anyway, I’m shocked it worked, but I’ll take it with a glass of lemonade please.

PS. I wrote this right before my follow-up urology appointment where we confirmed I’m passing another kidney stone. This one seems smaller or at least not ER-painful, but I kind of lost my positive outlook for a few hours and replaced it with I’M SO PISSED and WHY IS GOD SO PUSHY? I’m feeling better now.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

4 thoughts to “The Glass Is Half-Full Of Delicious Snow Cones”

    1. Nowhere really. I just cobbled together what I thought would work. I started out catching myself being or expecting the negative 100xday. So I would reimagine the best 100xday. It was almost shocking how often I expected the worst! And eventually my brain just started shifting in the optimistic direction!

  1. I’m angry with your kidney. It needs to be more optimistic and stop being a quarry. (That makes zero sense. Feel better!)

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