Last week I was surprised to learn that I’m a glass-is-half-full kind of a gal. Who knew? I’ve always thought that I was a ‘whatever works’ girl. Glass half full, glass half empty, whatever works as long as it quenches my thirst. Italian or chinese food for dinner? Whatever works. I drive or you drive? Whatever works.
There are times when I’d even call myself the dreaded glass-is-half-empty girl. Like last week when I was flossing and a chunk of tooth came out. I thought that since I’d avoided the dentist for like, two years, my teeth were disintegrating and I was going to have to have eight root canals and seventeen teeth pulled. Turns out it was just a 20 year old crown that gave out. Or the time I was sure there was machete-wielding murderer outside our front door trying to break in and it turned out it was birds building a next in the wreath on the front door.
Hmmm, maybe the glass-is-half-empty thing isn’t my problem, it could possibly be that I overreact?
Last week a friend of mine called and asked if I’d make cookies for her to give to some co-workers that work in a room they call the ‘dungeon’. When she said dungeon I thought instead of dark gray, I’d make flowers and mountains and suns. She said I had a sunnier outlook than she had because she was picturing castles and stocks and fire breathing dragons.
So I guess that makes me a glass-is-half-full kind of a gal.
sorry for the poor quality picture, they were out the door before I could take a better picture