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Why "The glass half-full?"

I believe there are two kinds of people - those that see the glass as half full and those that see it as half empty. At different points in our lives, we can change from one to the other - having a great run on life and the glass is half full but once that run ends our perspective is likely to change. At this point in my life, my glass is not only half full but sometimes overflowing. And it's not because life is free of troubles, it's because I know that I'm not in the driver seat and that I'll be okay because God is the driver.

It would be THE time to switch perspectives - with my husband of 22 years recuperating from a grueling seven-week cancer treatment for his throat cancer, and having a sister currently undergoing treatment for breast cancer and the other still not at the five-year mark, and all three of us having multiple sclerosis and . . . well, you get the idea. I could be switching to a more pessimistic attitude but it's not in me because I feel His presence in my life and know that if I were to become bitter it wouldn't do any good for anyone. By staying positive, I am better equipped to battle whatever comes my way because I don't have a lot of energy going into supplementing a bitterness. It takes a lot of energy to feed bitterness.

I am more of a Pollyanna - trying hard at times to find the good in whatever comes my way. And at the end of the day, a lot of good has come my way.
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