That dratted Pollyanna.

It’s amazing how things you read when you’re wee stay with you.  A lot of the books I raced through when I was ten had a very optimistic outlook.  Just as well, inheriting my mother’s bias towards happy endings, I wouldn’t have tolerated anything else – even Matthew Cuthbert and Beth March dying was pushing it a bit, in my opinion.  But then, there was Pollyanna.  At the time, I didn’t think the book had any impact on me.  Certainly the film was more irritating than anything, with the squeaky voiced Hayley Mills pirouetting around telling everyone to be happy.

But I find myself remembering it now.  And the power of positive thinking it encourages.  Life certainly wasn’t a breeze for Pollyanna, and yet she had this ‘glad game’, trying to see something good in every seemingly terrible situation, something to be glad about.  (Of course I know that’s biblical too.)

I’m not good at looking on the bright side.  If Pollyanna were a real person, and she came to see me, she’d have a case on her hands.  There are no rainbow-making chandeliers in my house either.  I am spectacularly good at being miserable.  But, knowing that tendency, I find myself trying to be thankful in every circumstance, playing the glad game you could say.

Someone commented on facebook yesterday, ‘Lovely day, great God’.  A very true statement, but all day today, I’ve been fighting the urge to respond with ‘Terrible day, still a great God.’  I won’t do it, of course.  I’m just telling you.  When the sun was shining yesterday, I was going down the stairs on my backside because my legs were weak.  It was not a lovely day for me, and I was not being glad about anything.

But wait: there’s an overly high-pitched voice in my ear: the sun was still shining, the sky was still blue, the kids’ dad was able to walk them home from school.  And I could go on too.

I have so, so many things to be thankful for, so bring it on Pollyanna, I’m ready to play!

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