Make Room

There are two kinds of people walking around this earth. There's the Tiggers. Bouncing, present, convinced the next thing is going to be wonderful. And there's the Eeyores. Tail dragging, clouds gathering, muttering that nobody ever tells him anything and that it probably wouldn't matter if they did. Here's the part that'll sting a little: most Eeyores don't know they're Eeyores. They think they're realists. They think the rest of us just got luckier. They'll sit at the back of the struggle bus and list, in tremendous detail, every reason they can't get off. They've made a career of the list. They've laminated it. Walk into the room where they're holding court and watch the faces of the people who love them. Those people know. The second an Eeyore opens their mouth, everyone quietly reaches for their umbrella. The Eeyore doesn't lack intelligence. Doesn't lack talent. What they lack is room. Every hour is spoken for by the wrong things. And increasingly, those wrong things have a…