A long time in the making . . . . . . .

Those who know me will say, it's about frickin' time . . . . . . . .

This blog is meant to be as much my journal as anything else. The title comes out of my belief that it's gettin' better all the time, that we journey into a glorious future, & that our best & brightest dreams can, & probably will, come true.

I started life pessimistic. Cynical. Bitter. I'm a woman, daughter of a hard-core feminist, & a passionate student of history. It was hard to be anything but negative as an adolescent; I sought after heroes of my own gender & found such pain & hardship, & the harshest of judgement passed down on women again & again . . . . . . . .

I've spent a lot of time being depressed in my life, & darkly angry. But, frankly, what a waste of time. It was presumably a necessary phase, but for some years now I've practiced at strengthening my inner pollyanna. I consider myself to be professionally optimistic. Anger is so boring, so old, so yesterday, so been-there-done-that.

Rather, what's interesting & new is positivity. Belief & hope in mankind, in our place on this planet, in this universe, of our possibilities & nobilities, even in the voluminous evidence of our perfidy . . . . . . . . . That's what I hope to draw on even when I'm in my most pessimistic of spaces . . .. . . .

Welcome to Radical Progress, a blog about stepping into our happy future . . . . . . .