Enthusiasm

There have been many times in my life that I have felt ignored, under appreciated, insulted or looked down upon.  I have lost my spirit from being overwhelmed by those who push their agenda and are impatient with or incapable of true collaboration.  There is an element of distrust that I am weary of letting go of;  it is self-protection.

One part of myself I have never relinquished, regardless of the circumstance:  my enthusiasm.  I find delight in the large and the small and my glass is perpetually full.  Being around negative people often makes me chronically cheerful.  I even can use this quality in a passive aggressive way,  not allowing others to pass without acknowledging we are passing by each other.

Today and tomorrow I am in teacher workshops, and I am regaining a sense of what it like to be in community, after two months of being in charge of my own destiny.  It is, in a way, like being in a raft that I have no control over and the waves, at times crash over my head.  

I will persist in my enthusiasm, even in the face of negativity.  May I have the strength to endure.