“The question is not what you look at but what you see.” – Henry David Thoreau
Today was my father’s birthday. If he were still alive, he would have been 90 years old. It has been many years since he passed. He died after a very long and brave fight with cancer.
“The one thing you can control is how you treat yourself. And that one thing can change everything.” – Leeana Tankersley
Sometimes we get so caught up with our day-to-day routines that we lose sight of what is really important to us. We stay in a job that is no longer giving us satisfaction. We devote ourselves to relationships that we know are not good for us. We put others needs and wants before our own.
Life happens. We deal with a lot of unexpected and unwanted events throughout the years. These include the end of an important relationship, death of a loved one, health or financial challenges, trouble with our family or losing our way in life.
Anyone who has downsized her home knows that the experience it is an emotional roller coaster. The process of getting rid of our possessions goes something like this.
First we get rid of the junk that has accumulated in our homes. This includes those items that really don’t matter to us or may have never mattered to us.
Five years ago, my husband and I relocated from our home in Maryland to California. Our plan was to live near our children and family who had relocated to the area. We downsized and got rid of most of our furniture and belongings. We let go of things that had accumulated over the years.
Our five-year-old grandson recently asked my husband and me “Will we always be together?”
I was stunned that such a small child would ask such a profound question. I’m not sure that he understood the depth of the question, until I realized that it was one of those stream of consciousness thoughts sandwiched in between, “How much longer before the movie starts” and “Does anyone have a snack because I’m hungry.”
She was born on Christmas Day 1926. On November 3, 2013 Joy Johnson crossed the finish line of the NYC marathon. It was the 25th time that she ran this marathon, holding the record of being the oldest woman to ever complete it. She was 86 years old.
I walked past a local restaurant on Park Street recently. Seated at one of the tables next to the window was a group of women. They were talking, laughing and enjoying themselves and their time together. It was the kind of group that you just wanted to pull up a chair, order a glass of wine and join in.