Who the hell is Pollyanna?!?

Pollyanna.

noun

an excessively cheerful or optimistic person.

Well, it ain't me. Not always. I'm writing this because it's been brought up several times. "How the hell do you just act so happy all the time?" or "No ones life is that great."

Dude. You're right.

But here's the deal. Life will do what life does, throw you curve balls, envelop you in some bullshit, or straight up, blow up in your face. It happens to me every single day. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'll start by telling you what I don't do.

I don't throw back. I don't get caught up in the bullshit. I don't blow up. How is that even possible? Because it's happened enough times (self-inflicted AND by the actions of others) that I got so sick of reacting. I got so sick and tired and disgusted with getting upset. I hated spending all my time dwelling on some low-ass vibrations. Because that's not what I wanted to be, and that's not how I wanted to live.

Here's what I do do. I let the shit happen. (and by shit, I mean all of it. The gossip, the judgments, the actions others make, the complaining, the self-loathing, the pity parties, the feeling like a victim, the weather and the other shit I cant control... you get where I'm going with this). I let myself get pissed or feel hurt, but just for a hot little minute. I take a DEEEEEEEEEEEP breath. Or 9. I challenge myself to figure out how I'd like to react (making damn sure that it aligns with my purpose), and attempt to do so with grace.

I could spend years bitching about all the things I've done and the ways I've screwed up and the things that have been done to me, but honestly, all that does is waste time. Precious, beautiful time. And if I'm sitting here crying about all that, I'm missing out on the moment that's happening right now. With our kids, with my family and friends, with MYSELF. With all the amazing blessings that are right in front of my face!

I've learned that the energy we put out into the world, is the same type of energy we receive. So you can bet your sweet ass I'm not putting out some sketchy, low-vibin, negative BS out there, because I don't have time for it anymore. That's not who I am, or who I want to be.

And I guess if that makes me Pollyanna, so be it. Because I'd rather be Pollyanna than a miserable cow.