Assuming the best takes effort. Lots of effort!

It seems almost second nature to assume, in the absence of readily available evidence to the contrary, that the other shoe is about to drop at any moment. At least this is how it goes for me. I’m not saying I assume the worst. But I suspect mischief is always lurking about ready to pounce, cratering my happiness. Crushing my peace. Daring me to hold tightly to my intention to, as a default mindset, assume the best.

Can you relate?