How Do You View Your Life

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I read a wonderful post by Lori A Moore about the glass half empty/full and read there a concept I never even considered - the glass can be refilled. So I ask you how do you view your life? Is it refillable? I have been through many things in my life, a lot more than are mentioned in my three part story down memory lane. There were some good things that happened - more often with my grandparents and friends than with my parents. Most of you know the story of Peter Pan and his happy thoughts that made him fly. When it comes to refilling my life, I must do so with the happy thoughts, those things that made me laugh in life. Like the times I went roller skating with my good friend I had all the sleepovers with. I fell a lot, but I had even more fun. Or the time I went mini golfing with the church youth group, or the Saturday nights a few of us from church went to the nursing homes and sung for the residents. Those are my happy thoughts. Those are how I refill my glass. Yes, my home life wasn't a fun place for me. But I learned a lot from my childhood. I learned what not to do as a parent. I knew because I used the idea - how would I want to be treated. There was a time in my life when I told myself I would give my kids breakfast, dinner, and supper in bed. Of course that was a foolish idea. But it's what I wanted. I didn't want to lay forgotten when I was sick, but to have someone actually care. So I refill my glass with the good times spent with my grandparents - my dad's parents. Grandma was wonderful. Her house always smelled like well Grandma's house. You know the smell. She never once raised her voice, she always had a word of encouragement on her tongue, and we went places together, or rather with her church youth group. I went along when they went to the Milwaukee Zoo. It was a fantastic day. I went along when they went to visit another church where my Godfather preached - he was a minister. We spent the night in the school gym, though I and another girl found an empty classroom because there weren't any lights to keep us awake, and then went to church the next morning. Those are my happy thoughts. Those are what I refill my glass with. They're the one's that kept me sane through the insanity of my home life. So how do you view your life? Is it refillable? Thanks for reading.