I can’t help myself. I’m a half full kinda gal. Always have been. Always will be.
Don’t get me wrong. I have my days when I have to refill my glass, but overall….I’m good.
However, I have been quite down lately. If you have read past posts you know my sister is going through a huge fight with cancer. I’m trying to remain half full. I’m trying so hard to remain positive.
Positive is different than strong. It takes strength to be positive, for sure, but it’s different. And, that’s what I’m having a hard time figuring out.
Positive is having hope. Hope for a welcomed outcome. For a bright tomorrow. See the light and goodness in things, emotions, people, places.
She always says she’s half empty. She keeps me real. She helps keep me balanced. I hate that she’s half empty, but love her for it at the same time.
It’s hard to see that realism and hope can be a positive mixture. That they are not mutually exclusive. That by looking at both the full and empty parts of your glass you are facing truth.
And, realism is what you need sometimes. Be real. Be in the moment. Be truthful. Remain hopeful, positive through it all.
And, think of how good that half full glass tastes.