I wouldn’t describe myself as an optimist.
It’s not really that I always see the glass half-full, it’s just that somewhere, early in life, I learned to be thankful I had a glass.
So when faced with a challenge or problem or even devastating circumstances, my first thought is, “What resources do I have available to address this?”
I used to be able to take Negative Nellies in stride.
I could brush off their comments like gnats in the summer.
Annoying, but ultimately powerless to do me harm.
And I used to spend a lot of time cheerleading for others-trying hard to help them see that whatever situation THEY were in was not as hopeless as they thought.
I tried to encourage friends, family and even acquaintances to use their own deep resources to tackle a problem.
But somehow, in this Valley, surrounded by high mountains and with an unlit path winding long before me, negative talk, action and attitudes are on my nerves.
Instead of merely being an annoyance, it feels like these folks have tapped into whatever strength I have left and are draining it through a straw.
If I stick around too long, they will drain me dry.
So I turn and run when I can.
Call it cowardice.
I call it self-preservation.