Some years ago, I read a book by Gail Godwin in which the main character is describing a woman. To paraphrase: “I can tell at what age she congealed.”
Apart from a pretty bizarre mental image of a lime Jell-O mold, I knew at that moment that I never wanted to be a person who anyone would describe as “congealed.”
I consciously choose to change: to learn something new every day, to apply what I learn, to live more effectively, to strive on a daily basis to become the best “me” I can be.
Some days are better than others, but I think it’s safe to say that as long as I am a little different every day, that I haven’t started to “set.” I’m very grateful for that.
But, if you happen to notice me starting to congeal, please feel free to put whipped cream on my head and serve me for dessert.
I don’t normally post verbatim something I found on another website, but I thought this was good enough to share.
Even more importantly, if I put it here, I’ll know where it is and can refer to it regularly. I asked, and it’s too large to get tattooed on my forehead.
They allow me to do so much that I take for granted: type, open doors and jars, pet Stripey, massage Buffy’s neck, carry grocery bags in from the car, open boxes, dress myself, and trim my nails, to name just a few. It’s easy to forget that not everyone can do these things.
I especially need to be grateful for my hands now. As she aged, I watched my mother’s hands grow more and more deformed from arthritis. Finally her fingers curled into her hands and she could no longer straighten them. It was my job to gently pry her fingers away from her palms, clip her fingernails, and clean beneath and between her fingers. If I didn’t, she’d get infections from the moisture and her fingernails would start to grow into her palms. Her caregivers would try, but she said I did it best.
I’m grateful for that memory, too.
NOT TO MENTION…
…as pictured above, I talk with my hands. Would I be mute if I couldn’t? There are probably people who wish that were the case.
And yes, for all the good it does, I talk with my hands when I’m on the phone. I don’t claim to be bright; I just have active hands.
Having seen this, and since I live in Virginia, I have heightened my Dragon Alert status. After all, I have been warned:
So, what do you need to be alert for in your state?
In the time between when I think something and when I say or do something about it, I can reflect.
In the time between when I set an appointment and when the scheduled time arrives, I can prepare.
In the time between when I order something and when I get it, I can enjoy the anticipation.
In the time between when I finish one task and start another, I can appreciate my efforts.
In the time between sentences in a conversation, I can open my heart.
I don’t always take advantage of those in-between times, but I am very grateful they are there for when I remember to use them!
It’s nice to lie in bed drinking coffee and checking out the world on my iPad until I feel inspired to do something more energetic.
And, of course, there is a stripey kitten to keep me company >^..^<
Now there’s dry mist continuous spray waterproof, sweatproof SPF 30 and up. My skin is protected and – at least as important – it keeps my cattoos from fading!
It was a long week, and even after the weather got better, life conspired to prevent me from going kayaking. Today beloved spouse and I finally made it and had a lovely time. Here are some pics from our outing.
Today I am grateful for the magic of social media and all the friends, family, and kindred spirits I connect with through it.
Posted July 25, 2014 | ADD-ADHD, Beloved Spouse, Caring for Elderly Parents, Cats, Daily Gratitude, My Family - Past & Present, My Kentucky Family, Random Observations, Today I'm Grateful for..., Welcome to My Life, Writing | 2 Comments
Today I am grateful for the magic of social media and all the friends, family, and kindred spirits I connect with through it. Whether we’ve only “met” on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Google+, or here on my blog, or we just don’t get to see each often, I enjoy getting to know more about you, sharing in your life, and sharing mine with you.
It’s so much easier to find and be found by people who share my interests, quirks, challenges, and idiosyncrasies when I don’t have to depend on physical proximity to do so. Through social media I’ve gotten to know and share life’s ups and downs with cat lovers, writers, people who have cared for – or are still caring for – their elderly parents, people who have changed (or want to change) their names, people who share my love of puns and the absurd, people managing their ADD or other challenges as best they can, and family who I enjoy but can’t see often enough.
To those who have reached out to me and to those who have responded when I’ve reached out to you, to those who post things I’d wouldn’t have found anywhere else, to those who have liked or commented on things I’ve posted, and to those who share my quirks, idiosyncrasies, and slightly odd sense of humor, thank you for including me in your lives.
To my family: beloved spouse Buffy, nieces Heather and Ally, adopted niece Cindy, brother Charlie, and cousins Amy, Susan, Elizabeth, Rebekah, April, and Abigail, please know that I’m delighted that we get to keep in touch more often and know each other more and better here than we would otherwise.
Thank you all for making my life a better place to be. And Happy Friday
I love the dependability inherit in their changes: summer, winter, spring, fall; full moon, waning moon, dark moon, waxing moon; noon, dusk, night, dawn.
I need both change and stability in my life, and I’m grateful to the Universe for providing these to me in such lovely ways.
P.S. Not to complain, but I could have done without the menstrual cycle. keep looking »