Much of my life was no picnic. I do believe that I am the creator of my life; therefore, I admit that I chose this particularly difficult path for myself. I lived most of my life in fear. Ironically, I wasn’t really aware of it being fear, because it was all I knew. What I …
Most of my childhood was spent with people who behaved as though children could be spoiled by love. They believed that the world was cold and cruel, so every weakness and flaw was poked at, in a measure to “toughen’ me up and prepare me to face that awful world. Kind words were rarely spoken, …
“If you don’t slow down, your body will find a way to make you slow down.”
Thanks, Body! Here’s what I’ve learned:
• Happiness is an inside job
Of course, we all know this in our heads, but I really got the experience, again!
Gregory came to pick me up after surgery. The hospital staff made sure I was full of pain and anti-nausea medication before he put me in the car for a two-hour drive back to Orlando. For the first two days, I happily leaned on him and went for walks up & down stairs and around the community pool. Then the medication wore off AND an infection set in.
Nonetheless, I spent a total of 12 days with Greg. Peace, love, harmony, rest, healing, joy. All were present and continuous.
“If you knew you only had a year to live, what would you do?” I asked someone that question today, because I’ve been asking myself the same thing since last night.
The question seems so rhetorical, but when something unexpected showed up during a “routine” medical exam late yesterday afternoon, it collided with my idea of reality. I thought I was safe. I thought I would live to be ancient. It never occurred to me that I may not have another 50 or so years.