I have memories that date back to being about 3 or 4 years old. Sometimes I don’t know if they are truly my memories or stories my family have told me so many times that I feel like I remember them. Nonetheless, I’ve always cherished memories and the stories told to pass them down.
Today would have been my high school best friend’s 44th birthday. Kelly Combs Necessary was quite a character. I wrote a tribute to her in a previous blog (Goodbye is the hardest thing to say, and harder yet to feel) back in February 2010 after we lost her. We created a lot of good memories back in the day! I miss her and often wonder what adventures she’d be getting into if she were still with us.
Another way I capture memories is with a camera. To try and enjoy Cassidi’s senior year to the fullest, I started a daily journal for her. I take her picture each day before school and then write a little blurb about what went on for the day. In 10 years she’s going to look back on it and love having those memories captured forever!
Memories are an amazing thing. The can be triggered by the simplest of things. Sometimes I can smell something and it takes me back to a specific moment in time as if I were right there. Or I can hear a song and be 16 again. It’s wonderful how it works!
Another interesting thing about memories is that we each have our own perception of them. Two people can have an interaction and walk away with two totally different memories. So much of our mind is controlled by our emotions and the circumstances we are in at that time of our life.
Cassidi just asked me last night why I ask so many questions. I think that’s the answer. I try to understand what’s going through people’s heads to know how it’s going to affect their memories of events, especially Cassidi! I know she wishes I’d just go away and leave her alone. But when I really want her to remember something, I dig and dig hoping it will help settle the thought for the long term.
I’m finding that the older I get, the worse my memory is becoming. I really wish some brainiac would invent the notepad feature that I have on my iPad to reside in my head. That way, when I think of something, it’s written down. And then when I need to remember, I just have to click on the note. How cool would that be?! And I have an even better feature I’d like to request. When I think of something that needs to be done, I can just think about doing it, and voila, it’s done! Now that would REALLY rock!
But back to the point - memories. Whether they are your own or someone else’s, they are cherished experiences of your life that no one can ever take away. They live in your heart and soul and are readily available. They are how we keep our loved ones close to us even when they are no longer with us physically. I hope you’ll go out and make a wonderful memory today that you will carry in your heart for years to come.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Sorrow
I've purposefully delayed writing the word for today. I kept hoping that I'd change my mind on the word that kept coming to mind. I had this continual debate in my head as to whether celebrating such a sad word was appropriate. I finally came to the conclusion that sadness is as much of a part of life as is happiness and deserves to be honored and celebrated equally.
The source of my sorrow today was the tragedy that occurred about a mile from my home. A boy of 12 accidentally shot and killed his dad while deer hunting yesterday evening. My heart just hurts for this young boy. When I told Tony about it, it was as if a light dimmed in him, too.
He's been a hunter since he was a small boy. He can remember numerous hunting adventures with his Dad. The last few years, he's gone up to deer hunt with his Dad in Burke's Garden. He said those are some of the most special memories he has and it's such a bonding experience. Since he doesn't have sons to share it with, he treasures it all the more. I could tell he was retracing their hunts and trying to understand just how heartbreaking this event truly is.
Sorrow is something that we all experience at one point or another in our life and unfortunately many times over usually. The loss of my mom has left a void in my heart that I know will never be filled. It is a deep space that was so debilitating at first, but has now become more tolerable. She died of a heart attack and while too soon, was of natural causes. I cannot imagine what this young boy will face for the rest of his life knowing the part he played.
Throughout the day, I've said numerous prayers for him and his family in coping with their loss. I've begged God to help this young boy in understanding that his dad would never want him to injure himself or limit his happiness in life for what occurred. I cannot even fathom the ache he feels. May God wrap him in his loving arms and guide him to the greatness he is capable of.
The source of my sorrow today was the tragedy that occurred about a mile from my home. A boy of 12 accidentally shot and killed his dad while deer hunting yesterday evening. My heart just hurts for this young boy. When I told Tony about it, it was as if a light dimmed in him, too.
He's been a hunter since he was a small boy. He can remember numerous hunting adventures with his Dad. The last few years, he's gone up to deer hunt with his Dad in Burke's Garden. He said those are some of the most special memories he has and it's such a bonding experience. Since he doesn't have sons to share it with, he treasures it all the more. I could tell he was retracing their hunts and trying to understand just how heartbreaking this event truly is.
Sorrow is something that we all experience at one point or another in our life and unfortunately many times over usually. The loss of my mom has left a void in my heart that I know will never be filled. It is a deep space that was so debilitating at first, but has now become more tolerable. She died of a heart attack and while too soon, was of natural causes. I cannot imagine what this young boy will face for the rest of his life knowing the part he played.
Throughout the day, I've said numerous prayers for him and his family in coping with their loss. I've begged God to help this young boy in understanding that his dad would never want him to injure himself or limit his happiness in life for what occurred. I cannot even fathom the ache he feels. May God wrap him in his loving arms and guide him to the greatness he is capable of.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Beginnings
As the year 2013 commences, I plan to embark on a celebration of words. One a day. Some days they will have special meaning related to the specific day, but others will be driven by my feelings or mood. I hope you'll join me in this celebration and evaluate how each word applies to you.
Our lives are full of words. We speak them, think them, type them, tweet them, text them. If I accomplish nothing else in this journey, I hope my appreciation of the hundreds of words I use on a daily basis is heightened. As I contemplate today's selection, the word beginning keeps coming to mind. It indicates a starting point, so what better word to chose on this new adventure on this first day of the year?!
I have mixed emotions about this word, but in general I feel it's a positive word. In its literal sense, the true beginning for each of us is birth. Anything after that is a "new beginning" which usually comes from change. I'm grateful to have the option of making changes in my life, but I feel society has somewhat tarnished the true meaning of beginning along the way.
For instance, at the New Year, many resolve to make a change of this or that, vowing a new beginning. But a large majority of those vows get broken, and at the start of the next year, renewed again. It reminds me of something I often tell my husband. He'll commit an infraction and immediately ask for forgiveness. It's usually some silly small thing and a deed he fully knows he will turn around and do again. I tell him he shouldn't ask for forgiveness, because it totally diminishes the act of forgiving. So, I avoid making annual resolutions for that very reason.
For the most part, I try to avoid labeling the changes I make in my life as new beginnings. I can remember as a kid when we moved I looked forward to a "fresh start" in a new town. The problem was that I was still the same person with the same points of view and behaving in the same ways in the new place as in the old. It's easy to slap a label on something but quite difficult to fulfill the true meaning.
As we begin this new year, I hope each of you will seriously contemplate the resolutions you are making. Establish goals that are achievable, but at the same time stretch you. But most importantly, think of the meaning of a new beginning in relation to your goals. Do your best to honor and value the beginning you choose!
Our lives are full of words. We speak them, think them, type them, tweet them, text them. If I accomplish nothing else in this journey, I hope my appreciation of the hundreds of words I use on a daily basis is heightened. As I contemplate today's selection, the word beginning keeps coming to mind. It indicates a starting point, so what better word to chose on this new adventure on this first day of the year?!
I have mixed emotions about this word, but in general I feel it's a positive word. In its literal sense, the true beginning for each of us is birth. Anything after that is a "new beginning" which usually comes from change. I'm grateful to have the option of making changes in my life, but I feel society has somewhat tarnished the true meaning of beginning along the way.
For instance, at the New Year, many resolve to make a change of this or that, vowing a new beginning. But a large majority of those vows get broken, and at the start of the next year, renewed again. It reminds me of something I often tell my husband. He'll commit an infraction and immediately ask for forgiveness. It's usually some silly small thing and a deed he fully knows he will turn around and do again. I tell him he shouldn't ask for forgiveness, because it totally diminishes the act of forgiving. So, I avoid making annual resolutions for that very reason.
For the most part, I try to avoid labeling the changes I make in my life as new beginnings. I can remember as a kid when we moved I looked forward to a "fresh start" in a new town. The problem was that I was still the same person with the same points of view and behaving in the same ways in the new place as in the old. It's easy to slap a label on something but quite difficult to fulfill the true meaning.
As we begin this new year, I hope each of you will seriously contemplate the resolutions you are making. Establish goals that are achievable, but at the same time stretch you. But most importantly, think of the meaning of a new beginning in relation to your goals. Do your best to honor and value the beginning you choose!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Where did it go?!
I found this in my draft. It's from way back in August of 2009. Better late than never, huh?! I guess the title is more than appropriate, huh?
Well, I was just looking at my posts and the dates of each. I haven't gotten much accomplished as far as my writing project for the summer. And summer is officially gone! Cassidi started school on Monday. Tomorrow will make a complete week of back to school. Amazing!!
I have no idea where the summer went. But it sure happened. I've started two stories, but haven't gotten back to either. Maybe one of these days I'll really get serious and dedicated to this effort. I have this terrible habit of wanting to tell one story, and getting sidetracked in others. My brain rambles on like this ALL the time it seems, not just in my writing. Jennifer sometimes refuses to have a conversation with me because I bounce around topics so much. But much to her dismay, I think she's gotten the bug a bit herself.
In the past few days I've had a feeling of great sadness. There are a lot of people sick or injured in my life and sometimes it just gets overwhelming to deal with emotionally. Just the other day Cass made the comment that life just didn't seam to make much sense. We go to school for a LONG time which is a fairly un-fun task, only to get a job that usually is an even more un-fun task. She struggled to see the point of it all. I tried to give her some pros related to it all. I don't know if I was very convincing.
But I do think in all of it, the real nugget to hold on to is the relationships. If we truly allow ourselves to feel and to give, we can build some quite fulfilling bonds. Of course, opening your heart creates vulnerability. But giving unconditionally makes the receiving that much more powerful. I have to keep reminding myself of that when I hit these lows. I also try to encourage Cass to compliment others more. It's a lesson I need to keep in the forefront of my mind as well. I don't know why we value the giving of compliments so much. It doesn't cost us a single penny. But we are so selfish with them.
I always turn the tables on her when we discuss this topic. I ask her to remember how special it makes her feel when someone compliments her. And what impact there was to the person giving the compliment. It usually makes her stop and think. I hope she takes those lessons with her in life and finally gets to the point where she can give unconditionally in the compliment department.
Just like the summer, this day is gone. I need to get some rest for a long day of work tomorrow. But for some reason, my mind is wandering and unsettled. Hopefully a good night's rest will cure that.
Well, I was just looking at my posts and the dates of each. I haven't gotten much accomplished as far as my writing project for the summer. And summer is officially gone! Cassidi started school on Monday. Tomorrow will make a complete week of back to school. Amazing!!
I have no idea where the summer went. But it sure happened. I've started two stories, but haven't gotten back to either. Maybe one of these days I'll really get serious and dedicated to this effort. I have this terrible habit of wanting to tell one story, and getting sidetracked in others. My brain rambles on like this ALL the time it seems, not just in my writing. Jennifer sometimes refuses to have a conversation with me because I bounce around topics so much. But much to her dismay, I think she's gotten the bug a bit herself.
In the past few days I've had a feeling of great sadness. There are a lot of people sick or injured in my life and sometimes it just gets overwhelming to deal with emotionally. Just the other day Cass made the comment that life just didn't seam to make much sense. We go to school for a LONG time which is a fairly un-fun task, only to get a job that usually is an even more un-fun task. She struggled to see the point of it all. I tried to give her some pros related to it all. I don't know if I was very convincing.
But I do think in all of it, the real nugget to hold on to is the relationships. If we truly allow ourselves to feel and to give, we can build some quite fulfilling bonds. Of course, opening your heart creates vulnerability. But giving unconditionally makes the receiving that much more powerful. I have to keep reminding myself of that when I hit these lows. I also try to encourage Cass to compliment others more. It's a lesson I need to keep in the forefront of my mind as well. I don't know why we value the giving of compliments so much. It doesn't cost us a single penny. But we are so selfish with them.
I always turn the tables on her when we discuss this topic. I ask her to remember how special it makes her feel when someone compliments her. And what impact there was to the person giving the compliment. It usually makes her stop and think. I hope she takes those lessons with her in life and finally gets to the point where she can give unconditionally in the compliment department.
Just like the summer, this day is gone. I need to get some rest for a long day of work tomorrow. But for some reason, my mind is wandering and unsettled. Hopefully a good night's rest will cure that.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Fired up!
You know how people that know a foreign language say they always “think” in their native tongue? Well, I kinda feel that way about my writing. I have a running commentary in my head of things I want to write about. Or feelings that I’m having expressed in sentences and paragraphs. And instead of sitting down to actually put pen to paper (or as is always the case for me, fingers to keyboard), I get lost in the moment and it never gets documented. What I need is a stenographer to follow me around all the time, and I could capture those fleeting thoughts.
But alas, no stenographer means no writing. Something I love to do so much seems to be such a difficulty to accomplish. I must make amends. I say these things and feel them passionately, and then again it gets lost in the shuffle. Kinda like me working out, flossing my teeth every day, and the list goes on and on. But this is truly something I need to address. I made the pact with myself to write at least one thing every month. I’ve managed to keep that promise (this month by the skin of my teeth!). One month I think I even got fired up and wrote three things. But whatever the case, a new goal needs to be established!
I think maybe it’s time to get serious about a book! I’ve hemmed and hawed for long enough. Of the three ideas I’ve had that I’ve actually gotten started on, I think I like the idea of the love story that develops around the Blue Ridge Parkway. I’ve read a couple books about the people that helped establish the area where I live right now. I’ve always loved history, and I think it would be neat to incorporate some of the history of this place into a fictional modern day book. We’ll see how much luck I have with that.
So, I’ve burnt through 6 months of this year with only a handful of writing efforts. I’m going to have to do some research to formulate a “book writing goal” that is achievable. But I AM going to start. I am going to put fingers to keyboard and create my to do list:
1) Write at least one chapter on the Blue Ridge Book in July
2) Exercise at least 30 minutes 4 times a week
3) Do at least 5 minutes of yoga every day
I’m going to keep this short as the clock is ticking on this day. Thanks to all of you reading and sending good vibes my way. I do feel them! And I send them back your way, too!
But alas, no stenographer means no writing. Something I love to do so much seems to be such a difficulty to accomplish. I must make amends. I say these things and feel them passionately, and then again it gets lost in the shuffle. Kinda like me working out, flossing my teeth every day, and the list goes on and on. But this is truly something I need to address. I made the pact with myself to write at least one thing every month. I’ve managed to keep that promise (this month by the skin of my teeth!). One month I think I even got fired up and wrote three things. But whatever the case, a new goal needs to be established!
I think maybe it’s time to get serious about a book! I’ve hemmed and hawed for long enough. Of the three ideas I’ve had that I’ve actually gotten started on, I think I like the idea of the love story that develops around the Blue Ridge Parkway. I’ve read a couple books about the people that helped establish the area where I live right now. I’ve always loved history, and I think it would be neat to incorporate some of the history of this place into a fictional modern day book. We’ll see how much luck I have with that.
So, I’ve burnt through 6 months of this year with only a handful of writing efforts. I’m going to have to do some research to formulate a “book writing goal” that is achievable. But I AM going to start. I am going to put fingers to keyboard and create my to do list:
1) Write at least one chapter on the Blue Ridge Book in July
2) Exercise at least 30 minutes 4 times a week
3) Do at least 5 minutes of yoga every day
I’m going to keep this short as the clock is ticking on this day. Thanks to all of you reading and sending good vibes my way. I do feel them! And I send them back your way, too!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Blessings Counted
In this world where one day follows the next at the speed of light, it is extremely easy to take each for granted. In the last four years of being a permanent resident on this mountain, I have made every attempt to enjoy each day to its fullest. Some days I’ve been more successful than others.
In my recent journeys, I’ve made every attempt at not only stopping to smell the roses, but to seek out the roses in every nook and cranny of life. I’ve learned it doesn’t have to be a rose for me to enjoy the fragrance. I’ve learned that I don’t have to look too hard or too far to find opportunities to savor. I’ve learned that this state of mind is infectious and can improve the moods of those around me.
In losing people close to me, it has made me more aware of the brevity of our stay here. So much of our existence is spent in waiting for the next event. That mindset only serves to increase the pace. But it’s an easy rhythm to fall into in our hurried society. I’ve tried to learn from those that have gone before me. Some have had some warning, while others have not.
I believe God provides lessons of learning and growing in the various opportunities we find ourselves in. Many times it’s difficult to see them as the conditions are so heart breaking. We’re never given a guarantee of long life or happiness. But we’re given a heart and soul that we can nurture and grow in the time that we have. Personally, I think that’s the purpose each of us serves in our journey.
A couple of Sundays ago, we had quite the scare with Tony. He was traveling late at night on Highway 77 in a Jeep Wrangler. An 18 wheeler came up behind him and rammed him. We think he must have been asleep as he wasn’t even aware he had hit him. When he did finally stop and Tony approached him, he had no idea what had happened. Fortunately, Tony was just punted off the side of the road onto a grassy embankment. Numerous what ifs could have taken him that night, but graciously didn’t.
His guardian angels surely got a workout. I teased him about being a cat with nine lives. He’s teetering on the edge of running out. He lives life to the fullest, and adds many gray hairs to my head. He teaches my heart and soul on a regular basis. I am so grateful for finding him all those years ago. Who would have thought that at 18, I’d find the person that would complete my world. It may have taken me a while to figure it out, but I definitely GOT IT!
The blessings have been many in my life, and I am so grateful for each and every one. I hope I’m leading my life in a way that honors the gifts that I’ve been granted. I hope that what I give back is more than that I have received. I am only human and still stumble along the way. I am by no means a saint, merely a human trying to find my way. Thank you God for all the blessings!! I will continue to attempt to share them forward.
In my recent journeys, I’ve made every attempt at not only stopping to smell the roses, but to seek out the roses in every nook and cranny of life. I’ve learned it doesn’t have to be a rose for me to enjoy the fragrance. I’ve learned that I don’t have to look too hard or too far to find opportunities to savor. I’ve learned that this state of mind is infectious and can improve the moods of those around me.
In losing people close to me, it has made me more aware of the brevity of our stay here. So much of our existence is spent in waiting for the next event. That mindset only serves to increase the pace. But it’s an easy rhythm to fall into in our hurried society. I’ve tried to learn from those that have gone before me. Some have had some warning, while others have not.
I believe God provides lessons of learning and growing in the various opportunities we find ourselves in. Many times it’s difficult to see them as the conditions are so heart breaking. We’re never given a guarantee of long life or happiness. But we’re given a heart and soul that we can nurture and grow in the time that we have. Personally, I think that’s the purpose each of us serves in our journey.
A couple of Sundays ago, we had quite the scare with Tony. He was traveling late at night on Highway 77 in a Jeep Wrangler. An 18 wheeler came up behind him and rammed him. We think he must have been asleep as he wasn’t even aware he had hit him. When he did finally stop and Tony approached him, he had no idea what had happened. Fortunately, Tony was just punted off the side of the road onto a grassy embankment. Numerous what ifs could have taken him that night, but graciously didn’t.
His guardian angels surely got a workout. I teased him about being a cat with nine lives. He’s teetering on the edge of running out. He lives life to the fullest, and adds many gray hairs to my head. He teaches my heart and soul on a regular basis. I am so grateful for finding him all those years ago. Who would have thought that at 18, I’d find the person that would complete my world. It may have taken me a while to figure it out, but I definitely GOT IT!
The blessings have been many in my life, and I am so grateful for each and every one. I hope I’m leading my life in a way that honors the gifts that I’ve been granted. I hope that what I give back is more than that I have received. I am only human and still stumble along the way. I am by no means a saint, merely a human trying to find my way. Thank you God for all the blessings!! I will continue to attempt to share them forward.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wide eyed and bushy tailed
I look out the window and see green. It doesn’t seem that long ago when we were all complaining about snow. As with most everything, give it time and things change. Sometimes the change is for the better, sometimes for the worse, but change is ever present.
Tony and I head off to Aruba this weekend to celebrate our anniversary. I’m recovering from what I think was a sinus infection and hope to be full steam ahead when we fly out. I’ve heard so many great things about Aruba. I’m finally getting to the point that thinking about it is a reality. Like so many things that are in the future, it doesn’t take on “real” proportions until it draws near. Some sun and warmth on my face and body will do me some good!
Life is in one of those strange zones for me. I’m motivated, but yet I’m not. I guess I’m more in auto pilot mode. I never do very well in that state of mind. I’m always looking for something to do, but always wary to take on new things. It’s like my energy level isn’t up to speed, and my mind says one thing, but my body another. Maybe it’s just the sinus infection talking. But I do have this funky spell every so often. I guess we’re all entitled to a breather every once in a while. Because I seldom take them, I think it’s just a little foreign to me.
I lost two beautiful days Saturday and Sunday to this miserable head junk this past weekend. Monday I decided it was time for the doctor. But Tony had been snooping through the medicine cabinet this weekend for something to help his back when he stumbled across Zyrtec D. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it this weekend, but for some reason I didn’t. Anyway, I decided to give it a last ditch shot before going to the doctor. I had already been taking Nyquil which I totally despise! It makes me incredibly loopy, and I have crazy dreams when I take it.
The bottle said it could cause drowsiness. I was looking forward to some sleep. However, it had quite the opposite effect on me. I was completely wide awake and WIRED! It was as if 10,000 chipmunks had landed in my brain and were darting around. I did my best to try and be calm, but I was crazy! I had cancelled a massage appointment first thing in the morning, but thought maybe by the end of the day I’d be better for yoga class. I probably should have cancelled that, too!
I was feeling a tad better, and about an hour before I was to leave for class, I decided to play some Wii. Yes, you read correctly! I finally caved and purchased a video game system. I do have ulterior motives that I truly believe will pan out in the long run, but suffice it to say, I probably play the silly game more than Cassidi does! Anyway, time got away from me, and I flew out the door to class. Not a good start to trying to be calm! I called the wellness center and let them know I was on my way, just running late.
When I got there, no one was in the classroom. I thought, dang, all that effort and no one even attended. But then one person came in. He’s a regular so I proceeded to chatter about my crazy medicine day and such. I let him know I’d only be able to do a meditation class since I had no idea how long my voice would last before I flew into a coughing spell. All was well and we made it through with no complications. However, at the end I noticed I had my shirt on inside out! I can only imagine the image I was portraying. Bug eyed from the chipmunks brewing in my head, inside out clothes, nasal voice droning from a barrel – ACK!! Not the serene, peaceful yoga setting one would expect. I guess it’s a good thing only he showed up and was understanding! Thanks Ray!!
Anyway…
I guess that’s life. I’ve just got to learn how to keep taking one day at a time and be grateful for the experiences vs. striving for perfection. Life is far from perfect. And besides, perfect is pretty daggone boring. Every time I think I’ve mastered that concept, it seems I need yet another lesson. Here’s to rolling with the punches and learning the fine art of bobbing and weaving!!
Tony and I head off to Aruba this weekend to celebrate our anniversary. I’m recovering from what I think was a sinus infection and hope to be full steam ahead when we fly out. I’ve heard so many great things about Aruba. I’m finally getting to the point that thinking about it is a reality. Like so many things that are in the future, it doesn’t take on “real” proportions until it draws near. Some sun and warmth on my face and body will do me some good!
Life is in one of those strange zones for me. I’m motivated, but yet I’m not. I guess I’m more in auto pilot mode. I never do very well in that state of mind. I’m always looking for something to do, but always wary to take on new things. It’s like my energy level isn’t up to speed, and my mind says one thing, but my body another. Maybe it’s just the sinus infection talking. But I do have this funky spell every so often. I guess we’re all entitled to a breather every once in a while. Because I seldom take them, I think it’s just a little foreign to me.
I lost two beautiful days Saturday and Sunday to this miserable head junk this past weekend. Monday I decided it was time for the doctor. But Tony had been snooping through the medicine cabinet this weekend for something to help his back when he stumbled across Zyrtec D. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it this weekend, but for some reason I didn’t. Anyway, I decided to give it a last ditch shot before going to the doctor. I had already been taking Nyquil which I totally despise! It makes me incredibly loopy, and I have crazy dreams when I take it.
The bottle said it could cause drowsiness. I was looking forward to some sleep. However, it had quite the opposite effect on me. I was completely wide awake and WIRED! It was as if 10,000 chipmunks had landed in my brain and were darting around. I did my best to try and be calm, but I was crazy! I had cancelled a massage appointment first thing in the morning, but thought maybe by the end of the day I’d be better for yoga class. I probably should have cancelled that, too!
I was feeling a tad better, and about an hour before I was to leave for class, I decided to play some Wii. Yes, you read correctly! I finally caved and purchased a video game system. I do have ulterior motives that I truly believe will pan out in the long run, but suffice it to say, I probably play the silly game more than Cassidi does! Anyway, time got away from me, and I flew out the door to class. Not a good start to trying to be calm! I called the wellness center and let them know I was on my way, just running late.
When I got there, no one was in the classroom. I thought, dang, all that effort and no one even attended. But then one person came in. He’s a regular so I proceeded to chatter about my crazy medicine day and such. I let him know I’d only be able to do a meditation class since I had no idea how long my voice would last before I flew into a coughing spell. All was well and we made it through with no complications. However, at the end I noticed I had my shirt on inside out! I can only imagine the image I was portraying. Bug eyed from the chipmunks brewing in my head, inside out clothes, nasal voice droning from a barrel – ACK!! Not the serene, peaceful yoga setting one would expect. I guess it’s a good thing only he showed up and was understanding! Thanks Ray!!
Anyway…
I guess that’s life. I’ve just got to learn how to keep taking one day at a time and be grateful for the experiences vs. striving for perfection. Life is far from perfect. And besides, perfect is pretty daggone boring. Every time I think I’ve mastered that concept, it seems I need yet another lesson. Here’s to rolling with the punches and learning the fine art of bobbing and weaving!!
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