There’s that old cliche again “cup half full or empty.” Well, I look at it a little differently. And that middle-age dilemma everyone always talks about has me a bit confused. Why? Because in my 43-year-old opinion, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Optimism or pessimism, they say. Well, life is a glass of wine, and I’m gonna relish each sip, swish the sweet life around in my mouth, allowing my palate to indulge in sensory bliss … then let the essence of the vine slide down in utter sensual appreciation. I look forward to the last sip, knowing that there is no such thing as empty, and I’ll get a refill when time permits. I’m not approaching middle age; I’m just sittin’ at the table in the middle of a grand ball, enjoying the wine for now … before it’s time to go home….