Alzheimers taught me the power of being present. Becoming a widow is guiding me to take stock and heal. Am I heartless to say that I am looking at those experiences as being gifts?
Sometimes I have said that I have no choice.
We do, however, have a choice, and I could remain within the shadow of everything, or simply not.
I certainly have done my bit of hiding, and I know I was not the only one to use the snow storms as a fine reason. I wonder if reason is merely an excuse wearing a serious costume?
I would rather walk into the sunlight, look around and share. Share my words, my sun lotion, thoughts and laughter. Share the fact that I am loving, funny, short and courageous, (My height looks up to my courage by the way.)
Life continues no matter what, and no matter what, it continues quickly.
So, let's make it matter.Stop cheating yourself and other people. Give yourself a chance. Put the umbrella away. Stop looking down while searching for black ice, because the sun might be out and you don't want to miss it.
Count your blessings. Count dollar bills. Count calories. Count Dracula. Count to ten. Count down engines on - however you say it - it all counts, until you chose it not to. Your integrity will suggest whether its important or not.
How about that then as we begin a brand new month and the possibilities?