Thursday, April 10, 2014

Needing Polly Positive- My Messy Beautiful


You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a Pollyanna. I’m a glass half-full, overflowing kind of gal. I see opportunities rather than problems…most of the time.

I didn’t just get here though. It’s been a lifelong process, and I have to re-up my membership to the Polly Positives regularly.

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There are scenes from movies, quotes from speeches, moments in time that just stick with you. I still remember one of those significant lessons received as a five or six year old while sitting in my friend Rebecca’s sunroom; it’s where the TV in their house was. I don’t think anyone else was around. They had all seen the Disney classic “Pollyanna” before and had dispersed to other areas for play. I was mesmerized.

I hadn’t seen many movies in my young years. My timid, want-to-do-the-right-thing attitude wasn’t sure that it was ok if I sat there by myself watching it, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. Then she said it. Pollyanna shared the story of the Christmas that she had so hoped for the special doll and how all that had come in the mission barrel had been crutches. Crushed, she looked to her father for advice. Oh, Pollyanna, the heart so filled with expectation because she was so loved. I imagined her father’s face, too, because he loved her so. I imagined him downtrodden, and yet he said, "At least we can be 'glad' that we don’t have to use them," and Pollyanna smiled. GAME CHANGER! ATTITUDE CHANGER!

I still remember the orange tiles I was sitting on as I watched the movie. They were big squares. The windows were dark with night and the couches and chairs in the room were empty. I was alone but not alone. I had an extreme feeling of love. There was such greatness in that moment. Little did I know it at the time, but I was making a choice. I wanted to believe in the good. I wanted to believe that there was still life after tragedy. Suffering was not forever. No, you don’t have to stay down. You can get up! You can! And, that love surrounds you. All you have to do is accept it and be glad.

Now, you may not believe it because I am Pollyanna, but I have had down times since that pivotal moment. (Note: So have the rest of the Pollyannas. Pollyannas are not perfect. No one is. Go easy on them. You need them, and they hurt as much as you do. Spoiler Alert: Pollyanna lost both of her parents and fell out of a tree and became paralyzed, yet she still found a way to smile.)

I have experienced loss of self, loss of confidence, loss of direction, loss of love. There have been some seriously low points, but as I look back at them I recognize I was never alone and something or someone was always pulling me back to myself.

Ultimately, regardless of the kindnesses and support shown to me, I was the only one that could make the choice to re-engage in what I had been given.

In my lowest of the low I asked for help.

There was a phone call, about 9 o’clock a.m. to my mother, “Momma, I need help. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I know I need help.” My parents came to pick me up from school. I didn’t look at my friends. I left.

I walked away from the cocktail party. I called my best friend. “What have I done? I think I’ve made a terrible mistake. What have I done?” I had trusted someone I shouldn’t have.

I'm beating my hands on the floor. Is this the way life is going to be? Am I always going to be alone? Wait, I feel something. Is that peace? Oh, ok, I still feel sad, but I feel you. Thanks for listening.

It was noon; I was driving. I called my priest and said, “I thought I was making the right decision. Why does it feel so wrong? I’m confused.” 

I’m tired. I’m working long hours. Everyone needs me. I can’t find any time to be by myself and even thinking about trying to find that time makes me feel guilty. I’m a full-time working mom. And yet, my husband quietly does the dishes and fixes spaghetti.

So it still happens. I can still get a little lost, but I am a Pollyanna. I claim it. I want it.  This life is a gift. I want to enjoy it. There is so much love in the world. I want to share it, and I want to accept it. I want to celebrate goodness, and I want to try to make a difference. Being Pollyanna feels good. It feels so much better than giving into the darkness.

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I hope you’ll make time to watch “Pollyanna.” It’s an oldie but goodie. There are several scenes in which Pollyanna visits some grumpy neighbors who have given up on life. In their homes, she discovers they all have lovely prisms that reflect the sunlight and create rainbow images. Although the owners do not realize what beauty they already possess, Pollyanna does and wants to share those beautiful discoveries with others and to help those who are lost discover the beauty and love right under their noses. I love that through these simple prisms of light, she refocuses those around her and sets their hearts on fire with love. Their loneliness fades away. Through the light, through the rainbows and promises of love, she brings people together.

God, I don’t know what to pray sometimes, but I love you. Thank you for loving me. Although it is sometimes challenging and hard, I am so grateful for this life. I know I cannot do this without you. Thank you for holding me, guiding me and strengthening me for the journey. Thank you for recognizing that I have a tendency to close my eyes. I appreciate your continued effort to shine a bright light upon my face to wake me up so that I may find fulfillment in this life and recognize that I, too, can share love and kindness.
With love and light,
LT

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