To do before I die #1

Dear Optimists,

Last night, I was thinking about what I want to do before I die. All sorts of crazy things came to mind: Scooba diving in Australia, bungee jumping, roadtrips with my future children, drive a Ferrari F40 (red, of course)(childhood dream); all things that won’t happen within a reasonable time frame.

Then I remembered.

When I was a kid, I tried building an igloo. It took forever and I never finished.

In other words, one of the things I want to do before I die is to gather friends and build that godforsaken igloo.

Building an igloo – have you ever tried that? Any pro tips?


P.S. Typical me realising such thing now the snow’s gone…


Waiting for Spring

Dear Optimists,

Even though I love Autumn, and adore the icecold Winter Wonderland we’ve been experiencing here in Denmark; I can’t wait for Spring.

It’s gorgeous to see everything starting to bloom, wonderful to breathe in the smell of Spring time, and to look at all the different animals and bugs that wake up and come out to play.

Except for one bug, of course.

I’m so scared of butterflies that my drawing lines become thicker!

So, Optimists, what animal/bug is your least favourite?


P.S. You have no idea how long it took me to draw up that scary thing! What I don’t do for you, dear Optimists.

Guest Post Wednesday: Hibernating

Dear Optimists,

This time of year, as the air gets cooler, the days turn grey, and darkness descends before dinner is even cooked, people start talking about the weather. A lot. And usually in the form of complaints: “The days are so short now! It gets dark so early!”

I used to be right there with them, grumbling under my breath and shuffling sadly toward my car after work, feeling unmotivated and fatigued.

But here’s the Optimist spin: I’ve learned to embrace it.

For real.

I light some candles.

I get into my pajamas.

I snuggle up with my son and my dog, and I allow myself to have a slow and easy night.

Complete with hot chocolate.

Because for the rest of the year, I’m busy. Those June nights wherre the sky still glows pink at 9pm are lovely, but never-ending. I get up, I work, I play, I clean, and I just keep doing stuff, because the sun is up and I feel compelled. It’s exhausting, really.

But on the dark cold November [and December] nights, there’s nothing else to do but hibernate.

So hibernate I will.

See you in April!

Angela Marchesani of Ohana Chronicles