then myself, as I know me to be, will cease to exist.
It has been a trying few days … ok, truth be known a trying couple of weeks, but the past few days have been egregiously difficult.
For those who know me personally, you are used to the barrage of chattering that has little to do with anything and everything to do with nothing. It is part of what makes me who I am.
But sometimes, there is a hitch in the rhythm that brings everything to a complete and utter halt.
That recently happened. I don’t intend to dwell on it for as far as I am concerned, it is in the past, it is buried and I am well on my way to greener pastures.
It was Erma Bombeck who so aptly said “the grass is always greener over the septic tank” … well, she wasn’t just whistling dixie.
It is funny how life throws curve balls at us and we have two choices … either dodge them or get hit.
I got hit this time, but it will, without doubt, make me more able and prepared to dodge in the future.
I don’t do “woe is me” very well.
I am an optimist.
A follower of Christ.
A positive thinker.
A Sagittarius.
A sometimes bordering-on-crazy person.
All of these things work in tandem to help me to see the big picture.
I don’t even pretend to be perfect, and if truth be told, walk with distressing regularity, the fine line between sanity and oblivion.
But I know myself and my moods and have, over time, learned to live with them.
All of them.
I say curse words when they are warranted, drink Corona when I feel like it and roll my eyes when there doesn’t seem to be any other option.
I don’t hold these things against myself and if others do, that, in my opinion, is their problem.
I have found myself in the past few days facing demons and obstacles that, if given the rest of my life, I would never have dreamed such happenings would come to be.
But life happens as it happens. It is the same for all of us.
No part of the time we are given is perfect.
Well, that isn’t exactly true, as I can, with perfect clarity, recall a few perfect moments … but for the most part, we are all on a deal-with-it-as-it-comes basis and we either deal with it or end up institutionalized.
Since I am still a free woman, I suspect that I have, at least up until now, dealt with it.
I don’t discount the things that hurt me for they help me grow, but I do learn from them.
If one doesn’t learn from the things that set them back a bit, then they are wasting their time living.
Life is for living; not for reliving failures, hurt or humiliation.
Living.
Learning.
Thriving.
That is how I roll and it is how I will continue to roll.
Wishing everyone who reads this to look inside themselves and decide that life, whatever it may bring, is worth living and worth living well.
Until next time, be well, my friends, be well.
only one of hundreds of my favorite things about West Side Market in Cleveland, OH
Carl Tanner performing at Toy F. Reid Center, a concert made possible by Symphony of the Mountains
The Cleveland Orchestra performing Mahler’s First at Severence Hall
My niece, Gracie, living life and having a grand time doing it.
