Each week I aim for optimism in my posts. But some weeks I feel like gloomy Eeyore. I doubt the positive message. I feel like a poser, or a Pollyanna. I wonder if you’ll think, Who is this woman handing me these rose-colored glasses? Because sometimes behind that optimistic message I feel defeated, frustrated. These were supposed to be stars and other assorted cut out cookies. This past week was no exception. There was a moment… Read more »