My life has been hard since my early 20s, and all about keeping going when the chips are down. 2019 has been awful so far in terms of two new ailments of the organs (discovered via routine blood tests) and hospital consultations. Don't need it. I already have so many flippin' chronic conditions.)
However, I want to shake 'poor me' types - the ones who have nothing very much at all to grumble about - and try to keep buggering on, doing all I can to keep going. I am determined to enjoy what life I have left - hope to have a couple of decades, but ho knows? -and to value all the good things going for me. I am mobile and that in itself is great.
I think a positive disposition is a wonderful asset. I tell myself that despite the personal blows along the way, I am lucky to have a 'never say die' attitude - and strength to bounce back. (I inherited that from my parents, who had so little to be grateful for but were wonderful role models in looking for silver linings.)
One of my relatives is a complete fun-sponge (I like that term!) She can suck the joy out of anything (and always does!) with her miserable 'poor me' attitude which is mostly hypochondria. It makes me so mad when I consider how lucky she is (she really is so fortunate in many ways!) and how little in her life has gone 'really' wrong.
So, for me, it's a willingness and desire to keep going, knowing we are now pensioners with bodies starting to deteriorate, but have life still, to be lived, which is something denied to others we've known, who all died far too young.