Instead of crying wolf, say to yourself: “I’m the luckiest person in the world.” This won’t hurt you one bit!
You fear you will not be what you call realistic. You call arduous realistic. You call painful realistic. You call illness realistic. You call disappointment realistic. This is the world as you see it.
There is nothing objective about your appraisal. You think you are being objective when you are being subjective. This is your picture of realism, like those dark somber novels. Your life seems to follow abject matters. You may qualify that which you don’t really want as undeserved perhaps, yet, nevertheless, what you are bound to get. Yes, what you affirm, you continue to get. Why highlight what you don’t desire?
If you fell into a pit, would you remind yourself daily that you are at the bottom of a pit, or would you climb out of it? I am sure you would begin to climb out. Under some circumstances, there could be times when you might despair and give in, give up. Who said you have to concede defeat?
And so in life, when you affirm difficulties as realistic, you are really kidding yourself. What you call realistic is not realistic. It is pessimistic.
Beloved, what you may call realistic is like spoiled food. The difference is that you don’t keep reheating and eating spoiled food. With spoiled food, you know when enough is enough. You accept that spoiled food is something to stay away from.