It took a long time to wake up this morning which is a drag because I got up early. Even a brisk walk with the dog couldn’t clear my head. Even while getting through the day’s tasks, I’ve been chewing on the same cud of a question all morning.
“is the glass half empty or is the glass half full?”
Yep, that old chestnut has been stuck in my craw half the day. One doesn’t really negate the other. You can choose to see only the lack of water, but if the remainder gets thrown in your face, you’ll wake up to what is there. Likewise if you follow a recipe lacking half of what you need, that cake is not going to turn out they way you want it to. So what’s the point?
I usually see the glass as half full but this week is starting with words like… oncologist, biopsy, tests, results, treatment and cancer. Those words can drain a full glass dry. It’s not even my fucking glass. Breathe.
It took half a day, but it’s OK I get it. It’s a choice. True, there is more air in the glass than I’d like, but it’s not empty. If a few droplets of condensation on Mars is cause for excitement then I’ll raise my half full cup, to Life. Until the last drop, and not before, I will always celebrate what is in the cup.
Optimist for life.
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