As many of you know I work in the financial sector. And anyone that has had contact with the outside world for the last week or so, knows that we're going through a bit of a rough patch (to put it mildly). I've spent this entire week taking client phone calls, explaining to them what is going on and how it affects them. Of course, I try to be as upbeat and positive as possible. After all, we don't want all our clients withdrawing their money and running for the hills. Anyway, as I fielded the millionth client phone call for the day and began to reassure him, I realized I genuinely believe it will all turn out okay in the end. In fact, not once during all of this have I worried about my own investments; 1. There's not much to begin with, 2. I feel they're well-placed, and 3. In the long run, I think it will all turn around.
In speaking with my boss he mentioned that he appreciates my constant optimism. Huh? I never really thought of myself as optimistic. Sarcastic? Sure. Jaded? Maybe a little. But never optimistic. Maybe I am and just haven't realized it. Hmm, point to ponder today (because I always have SOOO much time to ponder)