I’ve suffered my fair share of angst.

When I was thirteen I wrote, “I hate everything” on my bedroom wall, in pencil. Yes, pencil. I was so apathetic, even my acts of delinquency were half-hearted.

There was a time when I truly, genuinely, truthfully thought that nothing good would ever happen to me.

Over time, my mind has changed substantially (the other day I actually said to a friend, in all seriousness, “enthusiasm is my religion.” It’s a wonder I have any friends.)

Over time, I began to expect that good things might actually happen. I began to act like good things might happen. And – lo and behold! – they did.

No, I’m not an advocate of The Secret (sorry, Rhonda.) I was merely cultivating optimism; wild optimism. Unrestrained enthusiasm. Wanton chance-taking. Disproportionate dedication.

I began to commit to possibility.

Of course, these good things weren’t always easy, or obvious, or how I expected them to be, but they were very definitely happening. I was just going for it, and in just going for it, I gave things – great things – the opportunity to occur.

Little by little, I began to think that wild optimism was the best chance I had at a life I enjoyed, that was purposeful, & that had meaning; wild optimism was the only way of cajoling myself into going for what I wanted, and of promising myself I’d be okay when things didn’t work out.

What is wild optimism?

Wild optimism is letting yourself believe in all those things you secretly want; and the things you don’t dare want because they’re simply too whimsical to admit to. It’s throwing your hat in the ring. Taking a punt. Placing your bets (and all those other clichés.)

It means you have to participate.

Martin Luther King did not become a trailblazer in the African-American Civil Rights Movement because he thought, what’s the point? Marie Curie didn’t become the first woman to win a Nobel prize because she said to herself, don’t get too big for your boots now, Marie. Mahatma Gandhi didn’t lead India to independence by thinking, meh. No. They took positive action; they were wild optimists. And optimism is empowerment. They came, they conquered.

Reality Check?

Wild optimism is not expecting that nothing bad will ever happen (contrary to a popularly held belief, ‘optimist’ is not a synonym of ‘stupid.’) It is not about devaluing the negative. We all know Marie Curie could have done with a healthy dose of caution. Yet, wild optimism is realising that, by the law of averages alone, eventually you’ll catch a break, and that expecting the best is just as valid as expecting the worst, neither is a more accurate version of “reality.”

We think of a “reality check” as a dose of cynicism; sometimes it can be a dose of wild optimism. [Tweet it!]

Of course, wild optimism is not a magic wand; the difficult stuff still happens. It continues to for me, and I imagine it will do for you, too. Yet, short of pencilling hate memos on our walls, it might be the best chance any of us have got.

You don’t get anything if you don’t participate, but there’s a chance – even if it’s a teeny tiny one – that you’ll get everything if you do.

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Have you ever considered the real power of Positivity?

Yuck. That sounds pretty glib doesn’t it? ‘Positivity’ and ‘power’ in one sentence, I almost couldn’t bring myself to write it… and yet, it’s actually very considered. Because I don’t simply mean ‘smile and the world smiles with you’ or ‘if you can believe, you can achieve’ or any similar such platitude that might spring to mind.

I mean there really is tremendous power in the positive, specifically in postive action.

How? I hear you cry (okay, you’re probably not crying, but I’ll tell you anyway.)

Let me offer you a scenario. You spot an incredible job offer. This is what you were born to do. The money is great. It seems ideal. But the job description? Well, it’s a bit of a stretch. You don’t exactly have the relevant experience they’re after; even if your biggest strengths are aligned. And it’s being advertised from here to Timbuktu, hundreds of people are bound to apply.

You’ve got two clear choices:

Option One: Don’t apply.
Result: You won’t get it.

Option Two: Apply.
Result: Get it. Wow! Miracle! Can’t believe it!

That’s optimism and pessimism in a nutshell, right?

No, of course not. We all know that wild optimism doesn’t always pay off. Maybe your strengths really aren’t aligned, or one of the other fab applicants who also deserve it gets the role.

But Option Two is still better, and do you know why? One word: ripples.

Consequences.
Aftermath.
Outcomes.
(Yeah, I know that’s four words.)

Look again at Option One. What are the potential consequences of this? Maintain your pristine CV of never failing at anything? Sure. But that’s about it. After that, it’s a highly premature Game Over in ‘The Chronicles of Getting Your Dream Job.’

But look again at Option Two. What are the potential ripples here, even if you don’t get the job? Maybe you’ll:

• Learn that you need to polish up your relevant experience if you want to get into this industry
• Meet someone in the waiting room who tells you about another job worth applying for
• Get offered vital work experience instead of the role itself
• Realise you’d rather claw your own eyes out than get rejected by another mediocre company and decide you’d really better get serious about self-employment…

I could go on, but I wouldn’t want to labour the point, which is:

Positive action has ripples. [Tweet it!]

Sure, some of those ripples might be bad. You might trip getting off the bus and have to be rushed to hospital with a concussion. But, hey, maybe your doctor will be a stud?

The real power of positivity is that it has push, oomph, dynamism, and – yes – action in it. The power of momentum. You are a force of nature. Act like it.