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.