Why I remain optimistic
“Birds in my backyard aren’t on their cell phones. Aren’t stewing over politics. They’re singing their hearts out in celebration of a new day.”—Tweet I recently sent

I have been accused of being naïve, a Pollyanna, a ridiculous fool.
“Haven’t you seen the headlines?” my naysayers roll their eyes. “Are you ignoring what’s going on in the world?”
“No,” I answer back. “But I do suspect that newscasters and alarmist social media posts are ignoring one very important fact.”
There’s a bigger dance going on.
There’s overwhelming evidence of an intelligent universe that actually knows what it’s doing. That’s orchestrating this whole thing.
The point is I don’t have enough information.
All I know is that the old story isn’t working anymore. And that, unless we become aware of all the unfathomable possibilities, we are going to continue to be hit with a big stick.
Magic is afoot, my friends. There is an intelligent force that’s got our back.
And that’s why I will forever be a cock-eyed optimist.
Just the other day, I heard about a girl who was deeply depressed, ready to end it all. She was sitting on a beach, looking out over the ocean. She screamed out to the universe, “If there’s meaning to any of this, you better show me right now.”
She leaned back to take one last look at the ocean and set her hand on a gold medallion, buried in the sand. Surprised, she picked it up, turned it over. It said, “You are loved.”
Or consider this story shared on my blog this weekend:
“My dog, Moe, a beautiful soulful Basset Hound made his transition about a month ago. My partner and I were so sad that I picked up your book and remembered to ask Moe to send us a sign. I felt so badly for my partner who just was overwhelmed with grief.
“Well, two days later he wakes me up to tell me something rather amazing. We were given a brand new Lexus (another miracle…there are so many )…anyway, two years ago Moe accidentally ripped the leather console with his claw. It was about the size of a dime. My partner was so angry and just wouldn’t let it go. He kept moaning and groaning and was just a tad over-the-top about the tear in the leather.
“Two days after asking for a sign from Moe, he goes out to the car and notices that the tear is GONE. I am not kidding. GONE. 100 percent…NOT EVEN A SCRATCH. I am a big manifestor…have lists of really cool things but this really bowled me over. It was a miracle. A miracle from Moe.”
So, my friends, go ahead and despair if you must, but consider this. Magical, mysterious resources are already on the job. And maybe instead of reporting the same old story, appointing the same old commissions, we should instead…change our worldview.
Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the about to be released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in