Why am I such a pessimist sometimes? Yesterday in the airport gate area I saw this really big guy, and I don’t mean tall. The first thing I thought was, Oh, no! He’s going to be in my row! Why couldn’t I have though, Traveling must be difficult for him.

It turned out I was one of the fortunate ones with nobody in the middle seat. Perhaps I should spend more time being grateful for a full cup instead of wondering if the cup might be half empty.