Open hands.

It boils down to mindset and choices. Or I could be wrong — but I refuse to sit in a negative mindset. Now, that doesn’t mean I’m magically happy, fired up, and full of joy. It means I keep walking. And if I keep walking ahead of a negative mindset and critical spirit, it will at least end up in the rearview mirror. That lingering distaste becomes the smallest, most annoying speck of an ill mood — but at least I’m moving forward.

I could say I’m happy, joyful, and excited. But that would only be partially true.

What I’m beginning to realize is that anger, frustration, and sadness can sit in my left hand — while joy, faith, and happiness rest in my right. And maybe, just maybe, I can turn one hand over and let the negative feelings drop, while I hold tightly to the positive.

When you’re carrying anger, frustration, or sadness in one hand — what does it look like for you to keep walking forward without pretending those feelings aren’t there?