I remember when as a little girl I first realized that I was going to die. It was scary to me. I talked about how I was feeling with my favorite babysitter. I didn’t talk about it with my mom. I never talked about anything with my dad.
At 54 my body tells me everyday that I am getting old but rather than get depressed about aging or mortality, about something I can’t do anything about, I TRY harder to live up to my favorite axiom: “May you live all the days of your life” J. Swift
When life goes from hard to harder I TRY to work on what is most important to me. I think that with all that’s going on with Japan and Libya and other people’s injustices and suffering I can be thankful for my own problems (be them unwarranted)
Life goes on weather we are living it or not.
Today:
I prayed
I walked the dogs with my husband in the cool of the morning
I then road my bicycle 6 ½ miles
I read
I sent an e-mail query to an agent
I printed up a book proposal to an agent to mail tomorrow
I asked for a book review for a celebrity
I ate lunch with my husband in the sunroom & read out loud from inspirational books & later wash the dishes by hand
I e-mailed with my son
I put a photo of my son holding his infant son in a magnetic frame on the refrigerator
I ate lemon yogurt for a snack
I just checked with my husband about our plans to spend the late afternoon together
3 things
My husband
My health
My first grandchild