Oh, I have my days. Days I don’t want to smile or get out of bed, put away dishes and hardly want to make the effort of getting food for sustenance. We all do, short sighted days where our lives consist of a small box and we’re sitting in a small corner kicking our heels and bitching.
But most of the time I realize how lucky I truly am. For one thing I’ve been fortunate enough to start looking at the world through eyes that see what I have and not so much what I’ve lost. Who loves me, not who’s left.
Then again I can look back and see all my friends with their helping hands that have supported me, lifted me and helped move me forward. The eyes and ears that have shared understanding and sometime tears with mine as I fought to find new footing on unfamiliar territory and which at last could shine and listen with joy in sharing success as I’ve left my second puberty behind.
Hands to lift and hands to hold, these are a gift that I am grateful for. It is easy to lose sight of our blessings and I still have my days, but I have good days ahead and I smile.
My Gifted Life 