A YEAR HALF FULL

A YEAR  HALF FULL?

It just turned July yesterday and thus half the year is technically history.  Of course by the time. I type the next word the beginnning of this post will have been history for  several seconds and as a former comedian  reminds us every picture  of you is one taken when you were younger.  

When I sat down to write this, two things happened.  I could tell you. About both of them, however, one is all for today.  Now that I  made that statement do you feel cheated?  Do you feel like  I’m only going to tell you half the story?  What if I ended this post at the end of this sentence?

Would. You suffer FOMO (fear of missing out)? On the other hand, are you glad  I saved you from. A  really long preachy story that I was about   to share and expect you to draw the same conclusions from that I did?  

You see the moral of the story (what story? The story of what I didn’t write—is that  we all get an almost  infinite. Number of perspectives to choose from on  an almost infinite number of experiences in even half a year and I guess I want to encourage myself to  adopt a few new perspectives in the coming  six months and if you want to join in the fun that would be cool.  

Is your glass half empty?  Is your glass. Half full? Are you just glad  you have a cup?  

One last tribute to that comedian and  an example of a new perspective...

I walked into a big  superstore where I asked the  greeter  if they sold candle holders.  He said. He didn’t think so.  So I walked  over to the bakery  section and bought a cake—mission accomplished.