I’m not sure how the rest of the world is getting up in the morning in our present reality. For myself, it is a major event. Once, not that long ago, I looked forward to the morning the night before. Now I linger in bed, not so keen. I still get up, dress up and show up because that is what I do. It is a habit that I have adopted from Regina Brett’s book, God Never Blinks: 50 Lessons for Life’s Little Detours. It is lesson 46 that says: “No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up for life“.

When the going gets tough, slogans/pep talks can push me out of bed. So here I am, pecking away on my keyboard, trying to keep my spirit afloat. There’s not much I can do on the world wide stage. There’s still things I can do in my own backyard. Those things include not falling into despair and blame things and people out of my control for anything and everything. There’s still freedom of choice of what to read and watch. I have no choice over family but I can choose who I spend my time with.

I haven’t mastered the fine art of forgiveness yet. It’s a struggle for me. It’s hard to let sleeping dogs lie. I really must. It is necessary for my health. I am not sure I can do this hard thing but I am still trying.