Just Call Me Pollyanna

I went dancing with my awesome husband last night at the annual Halloween dance a few hundred friends attend every year. We spent a good part of the day helping with set-up and stayed to help clean up. The DJ kept playing classic rock & roll while we were folding chairs and tearing down the decorations. It was such good music that, at times, we dropped the cleaning and continued to dance.  It's weird how one can get a 2nd wind when John Cougar Mellencamp is belting out "Hurt So Good". 

Yesterday, I had an idea for today's blog post  but I ditched it soon after we got home from the dance last night.  The topic was going to be about how hateful we've become in this country. I decided I didn't want to spend my entire Sunday thinking like that. The truth is I really like being a Pollyanna  and I make no apologies for it. 

I read a post my very good high school friend wrote this week and couldn't quite push it out of my mind. She had an experience she shared eloquently on her blog and it reminded me of how precious every waking moment is. I'd rather talk about love than hate any day of the week.

Having said that .....

Where am I going with this? I've got stuff to say about the hateful things going on in this country but it makes me feel "down-to-the ground" sad to think about it. I've decided to sit on it for a while and mull it over. When I write about it, I want it to be thoughtful and for it to come from a loving place.

In the meantime, if you are reading this I hope you have a warm roof over your head, food enough to keep you and your family from being hungry,  enough money in your pocket so you don't have to worry where your next meal is coming from, peeps who love you and a sense of hope that things will be alright.

love, Pollyanna