A Pollyanna is someone always opting for sunshine, rather than clouds.
Definitely a honed skill.
It can be challenging looking for that silver lining, especially while being pelted with stones by your contempories, who would rather sink into the abyss while you smile, handing out party favors.
Even Abraham Lincoln, known for his melancholy said, we are as happy as we make up our minds to be, so Polly, though annoying to some, was and is, always on the right track, even if her peers would like to tie her to it, waiting for that train.
In other words, I always try to look at the good since, hope does spring eternal.
It’s not just a rumor.
It’s like flipping on your headlights, instead of driving in the dark, a no-brainer, making you wonder why there’s so much opposition.
My good cheer was questioned recently by someone who may be dating Lucifer for all I know, their sole interest only in themselves, telling me how annoying I am being chronically kind. At the time, I was reading a book on Princess Diana who too was loathed for her endless supply of empathy, in her case, by the Royal Family, and apparently used to cry over it.
I also took the criticism to heart, not really considering the source. All I heard was, you still can’t get it right Susannah, now can you? So after a long muse on Diana’s in-laws, her warmth obviously threatening their chill, I’ve decided to adopt that theory as well.
I firmly believe, and I’m no heroine like the true Pollyanna, but if we were more like her, and Diana, Princess of Wales, the world would be in much better shape.