I don't have anything special planned. I mean, look at me. I'm here at the computer typing a blog post. Don't get me wrong, if you're reading this, especially if you're subscribed, you are special. Thanks. I hope you all have a great day. For me, it will be great to just sit around the house and relax. If it would stay quiet, I would love to go outside with a good book and read all day. Maybe my 15-year-old cat will curl up at my feet and nap. This may sound boring to some, but I treasure every minute I have with that old buddy.
Having suffered 17 broken bones, 8 torn ligaments/tendons, 2 concussions, 2 separated shoulders and numerous strains, sprains, bruises and cuts, I'm in physical pain every second of every day. Plus, 20 months ago I inhaled a strange virus and suffered heart, lung, kidney and liver failure. It's a wonder I'm still alive. But, here I am. Still kickin'. For the moment.
Injuries and sickness I can handle. Emotional pain is something entirely different. As a writer, I strive for excellence. Somehow, some people are jealous of that. Why, I don't know. They wonder how I get my work in certain publications or meet certain individuals. The answer is simple: W-O-R-K. Trying to be the best at something takes dedication. Not everyone has the drive to be the best. When they fall short (which I do, too), they become envious. Just try again. There's always room to improve. But no, some so-called "friends" want to turn their back and avoid me. Well, that's their choice. I report facts. I'm not conforming to the practices of some so-called "historic" organization. At a recent ceremony, the leader of this group was mad because my presentation garnered praise. He said, to my face, that he was going to put his spin on the story (not truth) and "steal my thunder". Whatever. I'll spend my time with educated men and women.
My own father failed to so much as send a birthday card. We haven't talked since my parents' divorce. He's what I call a professional liar. It's sad, but I won't have anything to do with him. He hurt my mother, and even tried to kill her. He also tried to kill me. He runs with a rough crowd. So, avoidance is a good thing. My mom and I put our houses up for sale 5 years ago and moved together to the country. She's my best friend and supporter. A simple note on the kitchen counter this morning made me smile. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Love you, Mom." Of course, the cards, presents, and cake are great too!
I guess what I'm saying is that I'll try not to worry so much about the bad anymore, and concentrate on the good. There's really a lot of it, when I stop and look around. Let's all enjoy today. None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow.