Weeks after the U.S. Presidential election, we are still in limbo as we wait for #46 to be named. We have a second waive of coronavirus threatening our healthcare workers and school systems. Many people are out of work and lining up for grocery giveaways. Others feel certain someone is scheming to harm them.
Amid concern for the mental health of our youth and isolated adults, we are tasked with the business of carrying on. No matter how much inconvenience, hardship and heartache we feel, we must continue on with our lives. The way we live will certainly impact the outcome of our difficulties.
I am disturbed by current events and have fallen into despair from time to time. Even so, I choose happiness. I choose joy. I choose to believe that my actions matter and that my actions are formed from my thoughts and feelings. What I think, I believe. What I believe, I do, and what I do becomes my world. I choose optimism.
Optimism appears at the end of the day, when the sun sets and the business of the day is over. Optimism appears in the quiet of the evening routines. I smile when I pick my homegrown Asian Pepper to spice up the chicken soup simmering in the pot. When I pulled the tiny seed from a dried pepper and dropped it into a 2 inch pot of soil, I gave it some water and hoped it would grow. It took no more effort than a few teaspoons of water each week for my seed to grow, bloom, bear fruit and provide me with a delicious reminder that sometimes the best thing you can do is to hope for the best and believe in what you cannot see.
