The Cup

Sometimes in life, the cup is half-empty, sometimes it is half-full, sometimes it runneth-over, and sometimes it is bone dry. I’d like to say it is all in a person’s perspective, but I don’t really believe that. I do, however, believe that sometimes, life hands a person a set of circumstances and those circumstances define themselves and all the person can do is deal with the cup they are dealt. That is not always a negative thing, but it is not always positive either. It all depends on what is in the cup and what you do with it.

Post #3: 7/28/25

So, I started the day out with my 6th month cleaning at the dentist. Thankfully, I had a good report. Go, me! But, as I lay in the chair repeating this mantra, “It is just a spa day for your teeth. Just a spa day for your teeth. Just a spa day for your teeth…” to help keep my mind off of the sounds and sensations of 6 months of unintentionally missed build-up. This led me to think about how I wish that I could have a spa day for my stress. It would be so nice to open up my brain for a few moments and have someone swipe a little cleanser on there and then give it a buff with a swirly, high power brush to clean away the stresses of life one layer at a time. Then, after that portion, I would love to open up my heart and have someone use the high pressure water tool to spray away the pains and heartaches that weigh so heavily on me lately. Then, I would use the pick tool to scrape away the tension that has built up on my shoulders and embedded itself deep into my neck. One speck at a time. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. The shoulders rise higher. The neck lifts up. The head feels lighter than before. Then, finish it all up with the floss. Let’s move it between my fingers to loosen the stiffness between each joint and digit so that I can continue to work hard and push forward in life. The dentist comes in and checks the x-rays, the cleaning, the visual inspection is complete. No, visual damage. No damage under the surface can be detected by the x-rays. But, the damage is still there, because the cleaning was only on the surface and the X-rays only go so far. Every 6 months, (or sooner) there will need to be another deep de-stressing. Every day there will need to be maintenance de-stressing. Eventually, maybe, the deepest layers can be reached and scraped away, but for now, I will continue to buff, and spray, and scrape, and floss away what I can while still moving forward with life because as Ellis Grey says in Grey’s Anatomy, “The carousel never stops turning.” Although when I am saying it, I don’t mean that it is awful being an adult; it’s just really difficult sometimes. Sigh.

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