Put on a Happy Face

I'm writing nothing hard-hitting here, this morning.
I'm going into work for the first time since BB tested positive (and I tested negative).

I'm turning my mood dial to Woo-sah, taking my CBD oil,
and imprinting "depersonalize" on the inside of my eyes (the word is from an article about working with difficult people--I love it).

I've always disliked the Pollyana "glad game" of only seeing the positive. That obliterates the life-giving nutrients that live in the dark, like gardening without compost.

But by god, I'm calling on Pollyana to be my Guardian Angel now!
Or, a version of Pollyanna.

Hm--I just looked it up and Pollyanna finally GETS IT that her little game isn't so fun when her legs are paralyzed after she's hit by a car! 
(What a weird story.)

From HuffPo:

" Her response, for once, seems realistic. She is grief-stricken and recognizes that it is easier to tell others to feel good about their plight than to tell oneself the same thing. She admits that the game is not fun if it is really hard to play."

Anyway, putting on a happy face doesn't mean ignoring the hard stuff.

“Optimism is not an exercise in fantasy, but a reality-based belief system that leads us to be active and effective in our lives, working toward good outcomes while avoiding bad ones.”