I brood. I dwell. Not a news flash for anyone who reads this or really knows me. For the most part, I don't think that's something I need to fear, run from, or eradicate from my life. It certainly isn't more toxic than false cheer. But neither is it a right response to every uncertainty or a healthy pattern just to slip into. What's no good, in either direction, is living in denial of the truth. The truth is, things are deeply good for me right now (and eternally as well), and it's sheer nonsense when I don't live out of that truth.
Short version: No sense sitting and stewing when I'm really sittin' in buttah. And boy, does it feel good to have my eyes opened to that.