Oct 1


Photo 74Anyone who knows me for even just over an hour will learn that I am completely and truly a full-blooded optimist. The glass is not only half-full, but it is overflowing and splashing delightfully onto the countertop and running onto the floor. And what a lovely puddle it makes.

I used to think while conversing with people who spoke of the downward spiral of the economy, the loss of virtue in america, the destruction of our environment, that my optimism was a form of weakness. That really I was just deluded into thinking there was really a sun above the dark clouds. That I was merely imagining goodness and beauty and hope because I just wasn’t educated enough to really know what was wrong with the world.

I even attempted to try on this cynicism. But like my 1980’s tight-rolled, size 0, stone washed jr. jeans, cynicism didn’t fit right, it didn’t feel right, and I faced the fact that it was just downright depressing.

So now I look at my optimism as one of my great strengths. Life is beautiful and pleasant and hopeful for me. But I do not feel like I look at the world through glasses that are “too good to be true.” Instead, I know that I have been blessed with eyes that are able to, at the same time, see the wretchedness, the ugliness, and the brokenness of life, yet still find the wonder, joy, beauty, and hope in the midst of it all. 

So here’s to glasses that are half-full! Here’s to eyes that can see more beauty than ugliness, to ears that can hear more laughter than weeping, and to hearts that find only wonder in the ordinary.


“I’d like to add some beauty to life. I don’t exactly want to make people know more…but I’d love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me…to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn’t been born.”

Anne Shirley (Anne of Avonlea)

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