If you've been reading my blog, you've probably noticed: lately I've been feeling a little sorry for myself. Although I've tried to think positive, I've been bummed about not feeling well. And, more than anything, I have been frustrated that a)Nobody seems to have any answers and b)Life seems to be on hold in the process.
I've tried lots of things to alter my attitude: artwork, time with friends, meditation, being proactive, focusing on others (anything to distract myself, solve what's happening, or forget what's going on). Today, though, I had a different thought: "What if today, instead of resisting what's happening with my health, I included it and enjoyed the day anyway?"
Suddenly, I was brought back to when my husband's father was dying with prostate cancer. He was in a nursing home, but we shared some of our best moments there. Between the IVs, Jello, doctors, and nurses, we sang songs, played games, and shared ourselves. Each day was a gift and we were well aware it might be the last one we had.
Today, as I thought of his stories and laughter, I couldn't help but smile. Like the angel he was, he must have sensed I needed a lift. So, through a series of coincidences (or divine intervention), he sent me this message in a song. I hope you'll value it as much as I did.
Altered Today: Everything