“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.”
I had breakfast with an academic friend this morning who is at a point in her life where she can make some decisions on what she wants to do in the years ahead. She has many options and as we talked we got to the proverbial question asking if she felt her glass was half empty or half full. I suggested that the better question is, does she have the right size glass? It seems like we constrain ourselves to looking at choices only in the framework of our current situation rather than looking at it without the restraints placed upon us by where we are today.
When I start to think about the vessel my life is stored in I can open my mind to containers that may be smaller, bigger, or different in other respects. Do I really have to stay in this job? Am I limited to the hobbies I already have? Do I have to live here? The alternatives are many; I think you get the idea. If we unleash ourselves we are free to explore alternatives that may be better suited to what we really want.
As we spoke we realized that the question should not start with the vessel but rather with the contents we want to put in it. When we inventory where we are and where we might like to go we can start to build lists of desirables which then become potential content for our glass. Do we want more time for ourselves, or maybe less? Do we want to live in a warmer climate? Read more, play more, meet more people, change jobs, and on…..and on….and on. Of course we don’t have to store everything at first, at least not all that we want, for if we choose a larger vessel we can always add more content later. If we know what we want to store we can then pick an appropriate container, and then a better question may be to ask is the glass full yet and if not why not?
My friend has an unbelievable set of skills and interests as well as opportunities; it is up to her to decide what she wants to keep and what kind of glass she wants to store them in. I wish her luck as too many choices are often more burdensome than too few choices.
“When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.”
As the plane was flying low over some hills near Athens, a lady asked the stewardess, "What’s that stuff all over those hills?"
"Just snow," replied the stewardess.
"That’s what I thought," said the lady, "but this fellow in front of me said it was Greece."
The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.
A New York woman was at her East Side hairdresser’s getting her hair styled prior to a trip to Rome with her boyfriend. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser who responded, "Why would anyone want to go to Rome? It’s crowded and dirty and, worse yet, full of Italians. You’re crazy to go to Rome."
"So how are you getting there?"
"We’re flying Continental," was the reply. We got a good rate."
"Continental," exclaimed the hairdresser, "that’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old. Their flight attendants are ugly and they’re always late." "So, where are you staying in Rome?", asked the hairdresser.
"We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome’s left side called Teste…."
"Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s gonna be something special and exclusive but it’s really a dump – the worst hotel in the whole city! The rooms are small, the service is surly and they’re way overpriced." "So, whatcha doing when you get there?", quizzed the hairdresser.
"We’re going to go to see the Vatican and we are hoping to see the Pope."
"That’s rich," laughed the hairdresser, "you and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re sure going to need it."
A month later, the woman, all smiling, came in for her hair appointment. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was absolutely wonderful," explained the woman, "not only did we arrive on time in one of Continental’s brand new jets but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful and I had a handsome 28-year old steward who waited on me hand and foot." "And the hotel – it was fabulous! They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it’s just a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They too, were overbooked so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge"
"Well, muttered the hairdresser, "I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.
"Actually, we were quite lucky because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors and if I’d be so kind to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me." "Sure enough, five minutes later, the Holy Father walked through the door and shook my hand. I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Really?" asked the hairdresser, "What’d he say?"
He said, "Where did you get that crappy hairdo?"
I made a mental note, but forgot where I put it.
Defendant: Judge, I want you to appoint me another lawyer.
Judge: And why is that?
Defendant: Because the Public Defender isn’t interested in my case.
Judge (to Public Defender): Do you have any comments on the defendant’s motion?
Public Defender: I’m sorry, Your Honor, what did you say?
Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has many, not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
A fellow in a bar notices a woman, always alone, come in on a fairly regular basis. After the second week, he made his move.
"No thank you." she said politely.
"This may sound rather odd in this day and age, but I’m keeping myself pure until I meet the man I can love."
"That must be rather difficult." the man replied.
"Oh, I don’t mind too much." she said. "But, it has my husband pretty upset."
She said: An argument with my husband tends to make me want to clean something . . . with his toothbrush.
A friend of mine was in the hospital awaiting the arrival of her first child. When I telephoned the hospital to see if the baby had arrived, Dr. Wilson said it had.
I asked if it was a boy or girl and was told that it was against hospital policy to give that information out over the phone.
"Fine," I said. "I can understand that. But can you tell me what she didn’t have"?
"It wasn’t a boy," replied Dr. Wilson.
"A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing."
Our local newspaper ran several stories about a study that tied female obesity to a virus. One evening my sister came home exhausted from a long day at work.
"Did you read the paper?" she asked. "I’m not going in to work tomorrow. I’m calling in fat."
“You have it easily in your power to increase the sum total of this world’s happiness now. How? By giving a few words of sincere appreciation to someone who is lonely or discouraged. Perhaps you will forget tomorrow the kind words you say today, but the recipient may cherish them over a lifetime.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
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