Someone asked me about the name I chose for this blog. It has to do with my version of positive thinking, my way of viewing the world. I strive to be a person who sees the Yes in life over the No. I’m not perfect at it, by any means, but it is my goal and I try to deliberately seek out the Yes.
He seemed to intuitively get this, which was something I found extremely attractive about him. Yes became a sort of code word with us, a testament to the connection we had, to our belief in possibilities and to our amazed excitement at what was happening between us.
Needless to say, my ability to see the Yes in life took a serious hit from discovering his lies and betrayal. It’s been shaken up, kicked, stomped on, everything. What’s worse, I’ve been made to feel foolish for even believing in the Yes in the first place. So I wanted a name that acknowledged that sometimes Yes is hard, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes you have to fight to keep it in your life. And I wanted to reclaim my word, my concept, from what it became between him and me. So while I hope he finds his own Yes, I am not responsible for his outlook, only for mine. And this Yes is mine.