There are sunsets and there are sunsets.  Last night, I was finishing dinner on the north fork of Long Island when I looked out the restaurant window and saw a flaming ball just above the horizon.  It had been raining most of the day but somehow in the northwest sky, the pinkish / reddish sun appeared amidst a wall of purple and violet and before you knew it, half the people in the restaurant queued up to get their shots for Instagram before returning back to their tables.

While I always look at sunsets in the objective way, I am also always thinking about the double meaning of the setting sun.  Depending on how you are wired, this becomes a question of “cup half full or empty”… is the end of the day a sad moment that leans on the moments of the past, or do you look at it as a way to embrace the beginning of something new?

At this moment in time, after enduring so much stress and noise over the last year and a half, I find myself well anchored in what can be and what I need to do to make it happen.  It allows me to purge the thoughts of all the negative talk and focus on the opportunity to make tomorrow better.

There are amazing sunsets in front of you but you have to be in the right place to see them.