In a few short days I’ll turn 46. As Samantha said last week when she turned 44- Where has the time gone? I’ve been thinking about that a lot the past few weeks- not just about where the time has gone, but also what this last year has taught me. I’ve learned so much, not only about myself but about others and mostly that in staying true to ourselves- sometimes we have to say goodbye.
I’ve had some heartbreak this year, in fact- what I’d call serious heartbreak, but on the flip side of that coin- I’ve had experienced some beauty and joy beyond my wildest imagination. It trumps the heartbreak by far. Some may see it the other way- but I’m a firm believer that everything is about perspective. We either see things froma positive or a negative. It’s about choices.
Does that mean that I’ve not shed tears this year- No, quite the contrary- I’ve shed quite a few and even been angry at times, but I know that it’s been part of the healing process- and necessary for the journey to living my best life. I’m grateful for each lesson, for each tear, for all of it. I don’t understand it all yet- but I’m still grateful.
I found out this week that an old friend had a stroke- 43 years old. He’s having to learn how to walk again and use his left hand. Could it have been avoided? Possibly, but it wasn’t and thankfully he’s been given a second chance. I hope and pray that he’ll see it as that and use it to become a healthier, stronger person.
It really put things in perspective for me. Our choices- however small we think they are- matter. The people we spend our time with- matters. The relationships we invest in- matters. Every little thing- matters.
