Are you living the life you choose? Are you really? I’m not. When I was five I wanted to be a veterinarian. Until I found out that not everything they did involved cuddling small furry animals. Then I wanted to be a famous actress. Seriously? I wanted to be famous? When I eventually studied acting I enjoyed the craft, not the notoriety. As the years progressed my focus changed. That’s as it should be. And then I developed multiple sclerosis. Game changer.
Anybody that follows my blog knows that I believe I have a good life. It is not without challenges. But then no life worth living is. I’m thankful for the life I have. This time each year many of us celebrate Thanksgiving. We sit around and eat too much and drink too much and remember too much. That’s not always a bad thing! I think it’s something we should do a little of each day.
I’m thankful for my friends and family. I am thankful that I live in a country that takes care of me when I need it to. I am thankful that my parents instilled a sense of curiosity and stoicism into my genetic makeup. I am thankful for the people I don’t know that I still call friends who follow me consistently on my blog. It warms my heart immensely! One of the things I never admitted out loud was that I wanted to write. No, that’s not right. I was always writing I just never shared. I was talked into doing it and I’m so pleased I was. I am doing what I want to do.
I write, I paint, I read. Life couldn’t get much better than that! Okay, yes actually it could get better. I am not the person I thought it would be when I was child. I believe I’m better. The journey that I have taken has had some stellar highs and some gut wrenching lows. Hasn’t everyone? If you are in your 20s, 30s and 40s you have so much to look forward to. If you are in your 50s and 60s you have so much to look forward to. If you are in your 70s, 80s and 90s you have so much to look forward to. As long as we continue to look forward we are moving in the right direction. My mother taught me that. She was a wise lady. I will always miss her. I miss my father. I miss others that have touched my life in so many ways and I will never forget them. They taught me so much.
So at this time of Thanksgiving I remember fondly those I have lost and I think with anticipation of the next step, the next chapter, the next day.