What makes me see things with the glass half full? Invisible rose colored glasses? Or my Pollyanna existence?

Is it that I still believe I can make all those blue skies appear on cloudy days just by being cheerful like Hayley Mills? Can I hold own against people like her curmudgeon of an Aunt? When in truth, if I had to think deep enough about Disney glazing over life for kids, the real reason Jane Wyman (the Aunt) in Pollyanna  was so crabby was still had her V card!! You’d be miserable too if you were a spinster raising that endless jabbering of sunshine and suddenly handsome Richard Egan comes back into the picture proclaiming he never stopped loving that sourpuss.

My Pollyanna life is different – I think. I can’t understand why everyone doesn’t think more positively like me. Or why they don’t put more effort into life. For instance:

I am working with a few people on a fundraiser. Now, first of all, the amount of money we need to raise boggles my mind in the first place, but we’ll move past that. Second, I’m surprised for an organization that’s as old as this one is, there isn’t a binder or master calendar to guide the committees. It would assist the newbies when the oldies move on and don’t make themselves available to help.

I’m full of great ideas. I could go on all day…..

But circling back to my inner Hayley Mills. How did she do it? When you get the Debbie Downers bursting your bubble, complaining about ticket prices and lack of information that’s been out and announced for the last three weeks, how do you find the Pollyanna inside you?

My first place to look would be inside a glass of wine. Don’t judge me – it’s Friday night! The next place will be to escape inside a book for an hour or so. Combined with wine sounds like a win-win to me.

Then everything will look so much better in the morning.The sun will be shining – I hope.

This morning I got a call from a wonderful man thanking me for his birthday card and sign. He said he didn’t deserve anything like that. I told him we all do, and when we all come together, we make each other shine.

When I hung up, I realized how true that was and how Pollyanna that sounded. Maybe I should have my rose colored glasses adjusted.

After this glass of wine.