by Debbie Schroder
I have a song stuck in my head. I think it鈥檚 staying stuck because we鈥檝e entered a new year and part of the lyrics are 鈥淗ow am I听gonna听be an optimist about this?鈥 The song is called
This quirky song鈥檚 melody听sounds pretty upbeat but the lyrics really appeal to my shadowy sarcastic side.听I tend to move through the world rather Pollyannaish听and most people have heard me say to them, at least once, 鈥淓verything鈥檚 going to be fine.鈥 And I mean it when I say it.
An important disclaimer: I am filled with gratitude. I have a gratitude candle burning, on my desk, as I write this. Grateful for health, family, friends, work, a roof over my head 鈥 the list is truly endless. And honestly,听most of听last year varied between unpleasant and horrifyingly stressful.听Some of the struggles linger and reappear like mist. Some really need to be attended to in this听new year. Some are just painful memories.
I think I鈥檝e made good use of optimism as an art therapist and I plan to continue. I can and will hold the hope until it emerges naturally through the soul, into the art and my client鈥檚 psyche.
But right now, on a personal level, it鈥檚 kind of freeing to flirt with the idea that sometimes the glass is half听empty.
I鈥檝e been painting about this because art making is such a great outlet for snarky darkness. One of the miracles of art making is that we really never know what may show up 鈥 I鈥檓听definitely听open to some pink, flowery, warm and fuzzy surprise appearing in my painting. And in the meantime I like the idea of a little music therapy 鈥 鈥淗ow am I听gonna听be an optimist about this?鈥
