candyCaneTreeTen days before Christmas, year after year my birthday comes around.

Oh, I don’t mind the passage of the years – so much.  With time comes wisdom, right?

There comes a time when we begin questioning how we spent our lives – was it enough, or is there… more?  That is what I’m doing in the wee, small hours of this birthday morning.  Thinking, wondering.  Is there more?

I suppose, in the end – that choice is mine to make.

 

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I’ve given a lot of thought to starting over lately.  Do over.  Begin again.  Fresh slate.  New beginning. The phrase list is ongoing.

When I began this blog I wanted it to be a place where I started my day.  I intended to write each and every day.  And that just did not happen.  I don’t really know why.  The easiest thing to say is that life got in the way of my good intentions.  While I was busy learning other things, the place where I wanted to put those teachings into action got very neglected along the way.

Well that ends right now.

While I refuse to box myself into yet another corner by saying I’ll write each day like the sun rising in the East… life happens.  So I won’t set myself up for a self-imposed guilt trip.

As Yoda said, “Try not.  Do or do not, there is no try.”

(and who can question the wisdom of a Jedi Master!)

I choose…

to live by choice, not by chance;

to make changes, not excuses;

to be motivated, not manipulated;

to be useful, not used;

to excel not compete,

I choose …

self-esteem, not self pity;

I choose…

to listen to my inner voice,

not the random opinion of others.

~Author Unknown~

I choose to be the best me I can possibly be without excuse or regret.

I choose life.

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eagle tears 9-11-01It’s impossible to forget that morning.  What we were doing.  How we heard the news.

The disbelief even now years later.  Time heals wounds.  Perhaps.  But we still remember the victims of September 11, 2001

…and we each have been changed in some way.

No, we will never forget.

love storyLife should be a love story.  One that is rewritten each and every single day.

It shouldn’t matter if we have a partner to travel through this life with – or if we go it on our own.  We still need that daily love story.

You have value.

You have a purpose.

You have a reason to watch the sun rise tomorrow morning..

There is only one “you”.  So be yourself.

Be crazy, be somber.  But be you – not some cookie cutter patten of what anyone else thinks you should be.

You are unique.  Act like it.

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