Half Empty

We all remember when everyone had to figure out if they were optimistic or pessimistic, so they started the tests like, writing a line of text on unlined paper to see if it sloped up or down or the infamous half-full/half-empty glass of water. What an eye opener. I figured out that it depended on my purpose in drinking the water. If I was super thirsty and wanted the water, it was half empty, and if I was being forced to drink the water before I could leave the table, then it was half full.

Make sense? It all depends on what I wanted. If I wanted the water, then I was sad to see it gone. If I didn’t want the water, it seemed like it would never end.

Ok. Now I’m going to take that small spark of enlightenment and talk about the fact that the midpoint of my summer is here. Dilemma, dilemma!! Where did my summer go? And what about all those goals I had for the summer?? Trust me, I had a lot of goals. So far, I…finished my summer class. And that’s about it. If this summer was a cup of water, I’m really thirsty, but someone poked their thumb into the bottom of my cup and now all my water is draining out too fast for me to drink it. So unfair. My summer is definitely half over, not half begun.

I’m determined to take back my summer and get things done! But I can’t do it alone. Most of the reason I’ve lost my summer is because I didn’t give it away to God first. So, starting now, on the first day of July, my summer has been taken out of my hands. So my hands aren’t only half empty, they’re completely empty. Just how they should be. That makes me supremely optimistic.