No day is another one like, yet they follow each other endlessly.
We are part of all those that we have met.
Everything we have ever done.
Experiences we have had
become part of who we are,
today.
Pressed, molded
and contained.
Recently a good friend and a former neighbor lost a Mother.
A much loved cousin was informed she needs surgery on a hip.
A blogger friend, a woman with young children, is finding her life altered
diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, a debilitating condition to say the least.
A condition changing a life forever.
So, my own complaints
seem small and insignificant..
with stiffness here,
thinning of hair,
increased size of waist,
wondering if Zumba will turn the tide
changing the shape of my body
into looking like I am still in the "30 something"
I once was?
The "30 something" I often imagine myself still to be .
Truly I know that ALL the experiences,
ALL the characters that have played a part in my life, the many good ones, the few not so good ones, have all helped.
Adding interesting layers to my being,
Colorful depths to my soul......
Everything needed to be just as it has been.
This is what I tell myself. This is what I am thinking...
.. heading down the beautiful road.
Gratefully!
