I haven't written anything for quite awhile, was on a trip to the "valley" for a bit. Trying to figure out if I really want to be a "blogger" and share all the downs with everyone. It is so easy to be standing on the "hill", being positive and typing up the good things in life for the reader's enjoyment. But what about the hard days, the one's you want to hurry up and be gone, when you are holding it together by a thread, do you really want anyone to know about them? Hmmmm......food for thought.
Finally realized that my trip to the nether world had to do with the happy month of February and what it entails: The month for testing with a visit to the oncologist the 3rd of March. Took a bit to figure it out, but that's ok in my world.
Now I am using every last one of my vast library of cliches. The Serenity prayer, one day at a time, don't project into the future, and many other little bits of wisdom picked up here and there.
A very long time ago, the valley was described to me as a tunnel we dig. The shovel is filled with would'ves, could'ves, should'ves, maybes, if onlys, what ifs and other self damning words. Sometimes it takes a while before we look up and see a faint light. That light helps us to climb out of the tunnel, sometimes the light does all the work, but out of the darkness we come. I know what this means for me, everyone needs a light at the top of the hill, like a beacon to show us the way out of the valley. Hopefully, you all have one.
Now before I get too sappy, I am feeling much better and have a good bit of energy right now, so I decided to write something.
As my dear old Dad used to say: Pax et Bonum!
