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Pollyanna, 12-14May

I have been called Pollyanna, often…. I forget the hard times I remember the good times, I have no idea why. I just know that I have very little right to complain, especially with how much God has blessed me.

Last time I was called a Pollyanna…. My thought was “good for me, sorry you’re not one too”, “sorry for your downer attitude”… I have to say that I should pull back my Pollyanna now and be more pensive.

From 8th grade on, when I turned into an outward-facing person, I walked away from my shyness, left it behind, I have been an enthusiastic person ever since (annoying yes, sorry)… do I choose to show my dark places? no, I choose not to dwell there too long…. just like this book passage states (photos attached) from a book my Pastor gave me, the writer talks about a man who looks on the bright side even in tragedy. I know someone in real life who does this, he is an amazing 87yr old retired coach, a greeter at my children’s school….if I could be half as enlightened as he is at 87yrs of age, well that would be awesome….

I think that while I still am in my Samaritan woman “screaming through the streets” phase, my friends who truly know who I am, will just smile. They worry about me sure, but I believe they will understand until I settle down. So maybe people should get some earplugs… Let’s just say God figured out how to make my enthusiasm knob turn up to 11…. and plug it into the right channel.

I will figure it out…. Pollyanna or not, a friend of mine said: “at the bare minimum you have now found your spiritual voice.” – and for that I am truly grateful….