Perfection is something to aspire to, not brag about.
Perfection is something to aspire to, not brag about.
A dash of humour
Is a spice I adore
Curiosity of course
Of that I want more.
Compassion and tolerance
Are vital I trust
To properly season
This stew we discussed.
You’re not done yet
There is still more to learn
Keep stirring I pray
And don’t let it burn!
Next add a pinch
No more and no less
Confidence is needed
To this I confess.
Kindness goes in
And generosity too
We always need manners
And not just a few!
Honour and honesty
Are herbs for this pot
Perhaps some wisdom
I’m not asking a lot.
Next sprinkle the top
With a generous amount
A smile is important
On that you can count.
Now let it simmer
And cook all the way
The ingredients must meld
For many a day.
Too many cooks
Can spoil a good broth
So just let it bubble
Away from the cloth.
The day will come soon
When the recipe is done
And serving the stew
Is when life has begun.
Today is a gift. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is a dream.
I am not who I was nor I am who I will be.
As I have grown older and I am now embarking on a new decade, I find myself looking back. I am fondly reliving the things I did, wondering at the choices I made and remembering the incredible things I have seen. I have had a good life. But here’s the thing: why am I looking back? It’s fun to reminisce but I should be looking forward and planning the next adventure. I should, but I don’t.
Now granted, due to my recent illness there are changes in my life that I’m having to get used to. And yes, that will probably take time. I’m not old! I’m older. I’m older than I was and not as old as I will be. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
I do find that when people reach a certain age (and that age changes individually) they seem to spend far more time in the past then they do in the future. I don’t want to be one of those people. I don’t want to get so lost in the joys and successes of my past that I miss out on making any new ones. That is so sad. I know individuals in their 70s, 80s and even the 90s who are making plans, enjoying life. They are actually living their life. They are not sitting on their proverbial laurels and wallowing in the past, they are making new memories! I admire that and I can’t figure out why I’m not doing it!
At this point I have to make a confession: I am not a patient person. Oh, I love to sit quietly and read a book from cover to cover but when I do . . . do not interrupt! I find it difficult to watch a movie, unless it is incredibly engrossing, without doing something else at the same time. I expected to be able to do exactly what I was doing before I went into hospital. I’m also little thick. (I do hate the word stupid but sometimes I do a really good imitation)
My reality has changed. I’m not as strong as I was. I require more care, more assistance. So changes have to be made. I can do that. Trouble is coordinating everybody else. I do have plans in my head I can’t quite get everyone else to see. But it is good. I just need to be patient.
And I really do need to stop remembering that idyllic weekend in northern Ontario sitting on a rock overlooking the lake. He was 6 foot two, curly blond hair, broad-shoulders, hands that . . . Good girls don’t kiss and tell!
As for the past that people keep forgetting, they wouldn’t be where they are without it!
In a battle of wits some people are unarmed.
Adversity is not to be avoided; it is to be overcome.
On this day lovers play
With doors of every kind
Some are small and tightly built
But some are hard to find.
Quite a journey you will have
The history you will learn
As you find another door
Around another turn.
Throughout the world these lovers play
And show what they have found
Treasures each and every one
Still more I’m sure abound.
Take a walk and really see
The wonders to be seen
And you will join with others
Who really are quite keen!
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