Have you ever thought of the moon being half full or half empty? What about the tube of toothpaste? The bag of spinach? The leftover Indian food?
What about a friendship? After a certain number of years without seeing certain friends, the mutual feeling of gratitude and acts of giving can start to run low. I have friendships that seem to run on fumes for hundreds of miles, and then are remarkably filled up at this gloriously appearing gas station in the middle of the desert.
If we're fortunate, those infrequent pit stops can renew the warranty a few more years, allowing those friendships to vacillate between full and empty for long periods. It's amazing how much distance we can cover like this.
Before this entry takes a seriously dismal turn, I want to say I am grateful for those old friends, even if half full is about as much as our tank can hold. I'd take a half full cup of coffee over a spilt cup, a half eaten cherry turnover over an empty plate, or a kiss on the cheek from Eric over no kiss.
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