My dad was a great optimist. He transitioned in 2000, yet not a day goes by that I don't think of him. He frequently reminded us that "the Miller family sure has been blessed." Granted, we had our healthy dose of dysfunction, but at least he was upbeat about it! He worked hard, starting his own sawmill business in central Pennsylvania in the 1950s, and building a comfortable life for his family over the decades. He kept his feet moving forward, and I have no doubt that he would say he had a good life.
Optimism and pessimism are choices we make each moment. Pessimism comes from the outside, allowing events, circumstances and people to bring us down. Optimism, rooted in the magnificent spiritual essence deep inside, flows from within, not getting distracted by outside happenings. Simple observation will lead one to the conclusion that optimism feels better, so why not choose it?
Into the sunshine,
Leta
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