mulling things over

I’m a Pollyanna, sorry

I realize that much of what I write here is pretty upbeat.  I am a Pollyanna, I know it.

Even when I’m feeling very low and whiny, I don’t like to inflict that on other people.  As a result, this blog might seem somewhat unrealistically happy.

I do have struggles, pain, and angst when I am practicing.  Maybe I should write more about that.  On the other hand, why should I feed it in myself?

Some years ago my sister Priscilla and I were beating ourselves up for being Pollyannas.  “Yeah, gosh, we are,” I sighed.

“Yeah,” Priscilla said. Then her face brightened.  “But that’s not such a bad thing!”

We both burst out laughing.

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