I believe it's a choice to live my life depending on what's in my cup. There have been long periods of time if I'm honest, when I've seen my cup as half-empty. Particularly during my late 20's, when life was fraught with drama and an urgency that I'm sure reeked of the desperation I felt at that time.
Mostly, I've tried to live my life with my cup half-full. Not with any Pollyanna sort of optimism, I know very well that life is a give and take, highs and lows, and a sucker punch in between.
What is the option really? When the cup is half-empty, there is nothing to look forward to because you're caught in what was.
Half-full is hope-filled. It is the acceptance that life can suck and life is beautiful and by choosing to find the hope-filled instances there is momentum, (my favorite word), and room for possibility.
*I've joined along with Amanda for the month of November with daily writing prompts you can find here
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