Watching through my front window as the sun rises this morning.
The glass is half-empty: it’s not like the beach in Mexico.
The glass is half-full: what a pretty sky.
My cup runneth over: how fortunate I am to be watching this beautiful sky, as the sun rises and brings another day.
Don’t think for a moment that the words you choose don’t frame and create the world you live in.
Words make worlds.
Choose yours wisely; both for the narrative in your own mind and those you speak.
“I take it as an elemental truth of life that words matter.” Krista Tippett, Becoming Wise