Enough is Enough...

My life has become episodes of Grey's. Perhaps, my life would improve if I could figure out whether I'm a Meredith, narrating, being, understanding, or a Chang stubborn, blunt, abrasive, vulnerable. Either way, I'm someone else.

I have an aunt who, whenever she poured anything for you, would say: “say when”. My aunt would say, “Say when,” and of course, we never did.

We don’t say “when” because there’s something about the possibility of more. More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.

There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say “when.” I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual… and depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes, all we want is a taste. Other times, there’s no such thing as enough. The glass is bottomless.

And all we want… is more.