Staying the course

Life’s battles don’t always go to the stronger or faster man. Sooner or later the man who wins is the man who thinks he can win.

― Vince Lombardi

Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose, and sometimes it takes longer than you think it would just to survive the game.

My mother was laid to rest this past Saturday and I know she was a survivor.  She wasn’t the strongest, and she certainly wasn’t the fastest, but she was the one who believed she could.  And pretty much, what she believed she could do, she did.

Both of my parents had very interesting childhood experiences.  They, along with their parents, survived–possibly even flourished–during the great depression.  During the worst economic setbacks this country has ever faced, my parents each learned skills and attitudes which survive in their children today.

They taught us to be true to ourselves, and in that, being true to others would be effortless.

They taught us honesty was always the best policy, and if we were honest with ourselves–even when we found the truth difficult or unpleasant— our lives would be easier in the long run.

They showed us the importance of family.  Even in this day and age, my family is a close-knit one, and for that I will be  forever grateful.

My father died while most of my siblings were still quite young, but my mother carried on, the best she knew how, constantly reminding us all of how much she and my father valued education and faith above all else, since neither could be stolen or destroyed, or simply wear out like so many worldly things valued by others.

My parents did not insist on blind subservience to a given religion, but a simple belief that god was there and would guide us as we needed to be guided.  They asked that we respect others, follow god’s commandments, and always obey the golden rule, always treating others in the manner we wished to be treated.

I have six surviving siblings.  They are all professional people who serve as excellent examples of what a simple and straightforward approach to life can provide.

And I know that my siblings are all very proud of their offspring, as am I,raised with those same values, which still work, even in this day and age.

So if you’re young, value the wisdom of age and the attitude of resilience, and if you’re not young, admire the ability to focus on the goal, but if you’re a dreamer, much like my mother, value the dreams and the goals you wish to pursue and know that the race doesn’t go the  fastest or the strongest by to the person who can stay the course.

For you Roseanne, God Bless.

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Life

Life is one grand adventure.

It’s full of great people and horrible people. The most beautiful sights and the most horrific sights.

Life is quiet. Life is loud.

Life’s not always fair, life is not a bed of roses or a bushel of daisies. Life is exhilarating, life is the cream of the crop and the best of the show.  Life will throw you curve balls. Life will give you rewards.

Life is our own skewed perceptions.

Life is what others think.

Life is about learning, giving and trusting. Life is about creating.

Let It Go and Forget It

Sometimes life gets in the way of writing.  Go figure, right?  As I’m sitting down to write, my son asks for help with his homework.  As I’m sitting down to write, my daughter says she has no socks and we have to go to the store.  Have you ever run into this…do I exercise or do I write?  There’s not enough time in the day for everything.  I find this is truer and truer the older I get.  Do I write or do I clean the house?  Okay, this last is usually hands down write.  But you get the picture.  We have to prioritize.  Family comes first no matter what.  Although sometimes I find it helpful to give them a time when we can do the homework or go to the store. 

I don’t know about you, but it seems my life runs on a tight schedule and when something unexpected comes up, that is usually when I scramble to find time to write.  Those swim team meet times don’t change.  The ortho appointment times don’t change.  Sometimes I have to juggle times to get at least some writing in.

But, say a day comes along when it throws you completely for a loop.  Your daughter is in a play, so you have to move the night things to the day.  Then, during the day you realize you have no milk.  Going to the store to get the milk is already fifteen minutes to a half an hour out of your writing time.  This day turns into one of those hectic days and you really have no time to write.  Those days do happen.  So what I say is, instead of worrying and stressing over the time lost, let it go and forget it.  What did Scarlet say?  Tomorrow’s another day. 

Let it go and forget it.  Start over.  Give yourself a break! 

Tomorrow you can start that schedule over.