Thursday, September 20, 2012

OK...

Let me share some other's writing as I regain my voice....


Thoughts to Live By...
I am reading more and dusting less. I am sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time at work. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I am trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I am not "saving" anything. We use the good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first tulip of Spring. I wear a good outfit to the grocery store and even dab on some make-up and run a comb through my hair. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28. 59 for one small bag of groceries. I am not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for the clerk in the hardware store and tellers at the bank. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I am not sure what my friends would have done had they known that they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for the past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, or for whatever their favorite food was. I am guessing; I will never know. It is those little things left undone that would make me angry if I know my hours were limited. Angry because I had not written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my spouse and children and parents often enough how much I love them. I am trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Everyday, every minute, every breath, truly is a gift from somewhere where love is pure and unconditional.

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