I’m not trying to be a bummer, but I struggle with fuzzy bromides, like “Tomorrow’s another day,” or “Always look on the bright side of life.” It’s not that optimism doesn’t work, but switching from woe-is-me, my world’s in a tailspin to dancing a jig and picking daisies ain’t going to happen. The reason we get stuck is not our fault (at first). We’re conditioned to be wary of foes and dark… Continue reading