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 »