I an a self-described annoyingly optimistic person. I see eyes glaze over when I find the bright side of bad things. I drive even myself nuts.
Lately, however, not so much.
I’m struggling to see the positives. Every day, there is another assault, another blow to our country and our culture. Every day, we wake up to the same mind-boggling duo and their minions tearing down the structure that makes this country unique. Every day, the world gets a little smaller, a little meaner, and a little less recognizable.
I’ve always believed that we have to get through the difficult times, incorporate them into our lives, learn from them, acknowledging their presence but not necessarily their sway.
I know there is light at the end of this tunnel. There always is. I just don’t know if I will be able to see it.