I’m one of those people for who the glass is half empty. It’s not something I like to admit. But there it is. It is the one thing about myself that I’d like to change.

I like certainty about the future, but I’ve been around long enough to know that certainty is not something that exists outside of me. And the future can be a limiting construct. Sure, our parent’s generation had a kind of certainty that their jobs, and health, would carry them through to 65, after which they’d enjoy life and live out their pensions. For my Dad it didn’t work out that way.

So when I flip it around and see the glass as half full, I feel a change, there is less fear and anxiety. I’m not concerned about having certainty anymore. I know what I’m doing every day is changing. The world where I live is changing. I am changing. There is uncertainty in every day I’m lucky to be alive.

There is no certainty but that. And I’m OK with it.