Thursday, December 30, 2010

Day 332: Box of Chocolates

I thought I should do this early today, just in case my mind decides to empty again at the end of the day.
The Holidays are not about presents... They're not about shopping, standing in long lines, and trying to get to the after-Christmas sales, but... they are about chocolate! I've received two boxes of chocolates since yesterday and, honestly, I can't imagine what else would make me smile more than a box full of sweets. I shouldn't even eat them, and I'm not going to, but it doesn't mean they don't make me smile. One of the chocolate boxes was filled with homemade truffles, which I still haven't tasted... and, the other is full of everything and anything one would like, but the best part was a small note inside the box. I don't know the one who gave it to me that well, but she said that she's learning so much from me... Those words make my Christmas and I'd like to tell her that (in case she reads this) I am learning more from you and I'd like to thank you for the sweets and kind words. Thank you!
I hope everyone is enjoying the Holidays... I wish you all the good stuff for the New Year!

Tip of the Day: Don't think that you have to gift certain things to make someone happy... Most of the time, a small box of chocolates and a small note will do...

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Day 331: A Mind Full of Emptiness

I've never spent so much time staring at this blank type box with its blinking cursor... I think I might be drained of all my creative energy today. I have been reading, watching, and making creativity today... and, as I sit here trying to come up with something creative, I realize I'm all "creatived out!" The personal art, art gallery art, magazine art, creating bookmarks art, creating ornaments art, creating... creating... creating... and, now, I have to create a piece of good, creative thought... but, I'm empty. There is nothing that comes to mind at this moment that would be important and interesting enough to speak of...
There have been people in my day, different events throughout the day, and many thoughts in my mind, but, at this very moment, I'd like to explain how empty my thoughts are and how empty I'd like my thoughts to be...
For most of the past 330 days I've had a mind full of thoughts, emotions full of everything emotional, a family full of entertainment, and many, many outlooks from my own personal perspective... Today, I'd like to give myself the opportunity to relax my mind and give you a mind full of emptiness...

Tip of the Day: An empty mind can be what you need at times... Give your mind some space and let everything go.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Day 330: Shit Happens

It's Day 330... I've been doing this, everyday, for the past 330 days and, still, there are still these days when I'd rather not share what's on my mind... Well, because I have 35 days left until day 365, I am going to try to take advantage of the fact that day 330 will never come back...
If you've ever watched, or read "The Secret" you should have some insight on the power of the mind. This morning, I woke up early to get ready for an early appointment. Armen and I were supposed to go together and we had to make it there at a certain time. Having left the house on time, we decided to stop by Starbucks for some coffee... which took a bit longer than normal... As we headed toward our destination, hoping we wouldn't be late, and driving a bit faster than normal to make it on time, we were pulled over by a cop... we did get a speeding ticket... Then, again, we tried to get back on the road to our destination. We both felt irritated and couldn't help but change our moods by now... and as we, finally, pulled into the parking lot, guess what was the delay then?... The ticket machine that was supposed to let us into the parking lot ran out of tickets! The car in front of us had pulled out the last one and, now, we were sitting there, with a ticket machine that kept blinking, "Please Wait" while 10 or more cars piled up behind us, honking at us as if we were the ticket machine inventors... and the only thing we could think of that moment was to laugh at our situation. Having been so eager to get somewhere on time had never turned out this way and, now, we looked at each other and couldn't stop laughing as we sipped on our coffee and thought, "Oh, well... shit happens!" Laughing about it was the only way we could shift our faith in the day because this day will never come back...

Tip of the Day: The brighter your outlook is on your day, the better it will turn out.

Monday, December 27, 2010


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Day 329: My Own Nest

Since this is going to be my last Christmas at home, my sister and I decided to spend some quality time together this Holiday... We have created a disaster on the dining room table trying to make ornaments. We had been wanting to do it for quite some time now but, this year, it was different. This year, it is our last year together in this house...
I've been purchasing some items for my future home, recently, and my mom has been packing it up in a box for me. Today, she was packing some napkin rings I had bought as she said, "Ok, so we'll just start packing everything up like this... we'll put it in the closet and it'll be ready for you to take with you..." Then, she called me a "donkey" in Armenian and closed the top of the box. I wasn't surprised at her words because I understood that the word "donkey" was coming from her heart. She couldn't think of any other word to describe her feelings at the moment... "Donkey" was the only way she could express herself... so I understood, smiled and said, "Okay, mom just put the box away..."
Well, the dining room table is still the way it looked when we first started our ornament project, and, I'm sure it'll look that way until next year... But, oddly enough, I don't think I'll be hearing a lot of complaints because they're really letting me enjoy my last few months here at home... until I go to my own nest...

Tip of the Day: Make sure you enjoy every single person's company when they're around because they're not going to be there forever...

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Day 328: Just Yesterday...

Christmas has come and gone... this year is almost over... the new year is almost here... and... it seems like just yesterday when it all began. So many things have changed since... and so much of me has changed... but it still feels like just yesterday. I remember it just like I remember yesterday... but... now, somehow... it doesn't feel like it did yesterday... As more todays become yesterdays, everything changes... and, now... everything has changed... Now, everything is different because it's not yesterday... it's today... and, today will soon seem like just yesterday...

Tip of the Day: Time goes by quickly and everything changes... try to stop living in the past because today is all you have.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Day 327: All I want for Christmas...

I'm getting used to sharing other people's stories... but, tonight, I'd like to start off my story by saying, "Merry Christmas to you all!"
This year, besides my Eiffel tower ornament, which I already received, there is nothing in particular I can think of that I want... The other day, I asked Little man what he wanted for Christmas and he answered, "Ummm... I don't know... maybe an Ipad... or... I don't know, I don't really want anything." It made me think of how a 10 year old kid and I, a 26 year old, could both not want anything for Christmas? I realized that it's not that he can't come up with a toy and I can't come up with a "brand name" something, but this year, life, somehow, seems complete. Maybe, his life seems complete at 10 too... I think that the only thing we, both, could think of wanting was more time. He always asks me to stick around and play... so, Santa, Little Man would like more time to play this year. He wants more time to spend with the people he loves, and, me... well, Santa, all I want for Christmas is more time with everyone and everything. Life is passing by too quickly. This Christmas, I'd like to stay in this moment longer...

Tip of the Day: Think about what you really want for Christmas this year...

Friday, December 24, 2010

Day 326: Story #5: Christmas Magic

I just burned my hand... trying to pour tea, with a paper towel in your hand, on the lit stove is a bad idea. Now, I sit here trying to concentrate enough not to feel the ache and the thumping heartbeat as I find us another Christmas story to enjoy...

Story #5: Christmas Magic

I wish I could tell you that the whole thing happened because I’m caring and unselfish, but that wouldn’t be true. I had just moved back to Wisconsin from Colorado because I missed my familyand Denver wages were terrible. I took a job at a hospice in Milwaukee and found my niche working with the patients and families. As the season changed into fall, the schedule for the holidays was posted: DECEMBER 24: 3-11 Barbara DECEMBER 25: 3-11 Barbara ... I was devastated. Newly engaged, it was my first Christmas back home with my family after many years. But with no seniority, I had little clout to get Christmas off while my dedicated colleagues worked. While lamenting my predicament, I came up with an idea. Since I couldn’t be with my family, I would bring my family to the hospice. With the patients and their families struggling through their last Christmases together, maybe this gathering would lend support. My family thought it was a wonderful plan, and so did the staff. Several invited their relatives to participate, too. As we brainstormed ideas for a hospice Christmas, we remembered the annual 11:00 P.M.Christmas Eve service scheduled in the hospital chapel. “Why don’t we take the patients to church?” I suggested. “Yes,” replied another staff nurse. “It’s a beautiful candlelight service withmusic. I bet the patients would love it.” “Great. And we can have a little party afterwards, with punch, cookies and small gifts,” I added. Our enthusiasm increased as we planned the details of our hospice Christmas celebration. Now, it never occurred to me that all these great ideas might not float so well with the administration. It never occurred to me that we might have to get permission for each of these activities—until the director called me into her office. “Uh, Barb, I’m hearing rumors of a Christmas Eve celebration here at the hospice.” “Well, yes,” I replied. Eagerly, I outlined all the plans and ideas the staff had developed. Fortunately for my career, she thought involving our families with the unit activities was a wonderful idea, too. “But,” she said, “certainly you are not serious about taking the patients to church. It has never been done.” “Yes, I’m serious. It would mean a lot to the patients and families.” “Very seldom do you see any patients at this service, and if they do go, they are ambulatory and dressed.” She shook her head. “Our patients are too sick to go.” “But a number of them have indicated an interest,” I argued. “I cannot authorize the additional staff needed.” “The family members can help.” “What about the liability?” Now I felt like saying, “What could be the worst thing that could happen—someone dies in church?” But I didn’t. I just kept convincing her, until she begrudgingly gave approval. Christmas Eve arrived. Family members gathered in the lounge and decorated a small tree, complete with wrapped packages. Then we implemented our plan for the staff and families to transport the patients to the chapel. While most of the patients had family members with them, one young girl had no one. At just nineteen, Sandy had terminal liver cancer. Her mother had died of cancer three years previously, and her father stopped coming long ago. Perhaps he couldn’t sit by the bedside of another loved one dying so young. So my family “took charge” of Sandy. My sister combed her hair while my mother applied just a hint of lipstick. They laughed and joked like three old friends as my fiancĂ© helped her move to a gurney. Meanwhile, other nurses hung IVs on poles, put IVACs on battery support and gave last-minute pain meds. Then, with patients in wheelchairs and on gurneys, we paraded our group into the chapel just as they were finishing “Joy to the World,” with the organ and bells ringing out in perfect harmony. Silence descended on the congregation as we rolled slowly down the aisle. The minister just stood there with his mouth open, staring. Everyone turned around to look at us. We faltered in our steps, each movement echoing in the large, crowded chapel. Then the magic began. One by one, people stood up, filed into the aisle and began to help us. They handed patients hymnals and distributed programs. They wheeled patients to the front so they could see well. They handed out candles to be lit for the closing hymn. One woman adjusted Sandy’s pillow and stroked her hair. Throughout the service, the congregation catered to our patients, guiding them through the worship. The beautiful service closed with a candlelight recessional to “Silent Night.” Voices rang in disjointed harmony as the congregation assisted us in exiting the chapel and returning our charges to the unit. Many stayed to share punch and cookies and stories. As I got Sandy ready for bed that late night, she whispered, “This was one of the nicest Christmases I ever had.” When I shared her comments with my family later, we realized the magic that evening was on many levels. The unit had a special climate we’d never experienced before. Sandy had one of the best Christmases she’d ever known. The congregation had shared in a special, caring way. But we also realized that this evening impacted our family as well. We felt closer, bonded in purpose and spirit. Since that Christmas, my family has been blessed with many Christmases together—but I think that one was the best. Like the author Bill Shore, I, too, believe that when you give to others and give to the community, you create something within yourself that is important and lasting. He calls it the “Cathedral Within.” Our family cathedral is a little stronger for the privilege of giving that Christmas.

Tip of the Day: This Christmas Eve, no matter if you're alone or have a burnt hand, try to make the best of every Christmas... You never know, one year, you might find a significant purpose and spirit for yourself.

And as for me, all I want this Christmas is to wish all of you and your families all the good in the world. May you enjoy your Christmas more and more each year. I also hope that these stories have provided that extra sparkle you needed in your spirit and has reminded you of what's most important in life. I don't mean to share sad, dying people's stories during the happy holidays... It's just that these life stories, coming from people that have lived life and experienced all of life's offerings, is what keeps us grounded and humble, as oppose to everything else that surrounds us in our daily lives. I can't think of anything else that would make me happier than to know that I have, somehow, affected you in a positive way this Christmas.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Day 325: Story #4: The Christmas Story through Facebook

Some of us have read the bible, some of us have had one and never opened it, and, some of us probably haven't picked up a bible. Well, whatever the case, since it's Christmas, and if you do celebrate Christmas, it's nice to know the story behind it. I found this video that was made about the Christmas story through Facebook. I thought it was fun to watch and up to date with our lifestyle these days, so... go to the link at the bottom and enjoy!

Tip of the Day: It's always good to know the story behind it all...

Day 324: Story #3: Christmas Magic, Lost & Found

Story #3: Christmas Magic, Lost and Found

It was magic. The day after Thanksgiving always was more exciting than the big day itself. It was the day they pulled out the Christmas decorations from the attic. The day Christmas really became a reality.

"Do you remember where we keep them?" the father would ask.

"Are you kidding me? I know exactly where they are!" the young boy shouted. Then, running upstairs, he headed directly to the far corner of the attic. Rummaging through some recently added boxes, pushing aside the bags of summer clothes, he dived into the dim, dark recesses of the storage area.

"Hey, where are you?" Dad asked. It wasn't really that dark. The boy could be seen perfectly well, but Dad played along with the excitement.

Suddenly, the boy popped out with the big plastic Santa face that always hung in the same spot on the porch just to the left of the front door. "Ho, Ho Ho!" he said. "Have you been good?" the boy said in the deepest voice he could muster.

Dad just laughed and said, "Come on, we've got a lot to do today." This was it. This was a time held precious in the heart of a boy and through the years burned in the memory of the man he was to become.

One by one the boxes were pulled from the attic. It was amazing how so many things were added every year. This was the Christmas house. There was no mistake that Santa loved stopping here each year. It reminded him of home. Well, that's what the boy decided anyway.

Lights were hung. Garlands draped. Paper cut-outs adorned the windows and Christmas designs were carefully stenciled to areas surrounding them. ( If you remember stenciling you're probably older than you would like to admit.)

Oh yes, don't forget the can of spray snow, too. "Okay, that's it!" Dad said. "Let's put these back in the box. We won't use them this year."

The boy was stunned. "What...what are you talking about?" he asked.

"We have too many things. We don't need to put everything up," Dad said.

"But, Dad..."

"Come on, that's enough."

"No, wait. You don't understand. This one goes over there, and that always hangs near the back door in the kitchen," the child said.

"Not this year," Dad replied.

He then began to carry one of the boxes up the stairs. The boy rushed to the bottom of the steps and cried out, "You can't put them back. We have to use them. If you don't use them they'll lose their Christmas!" he said with tears gushing from his eyes. The father surprised to see this reaction, stopped and turned toward the boy.

"What? What are you saying?" he asked.

Sniffling as he wiped the tears away, the boy said softly, "Once you use something for Christmas you have to always use it. If you don't, it will lose its Christmas. Christmas is magic and everything in it becomes magical," he said.

Dad turned around and came back down the steps. Placing the box on the table, he turned and held his son. "Okay, okay, I didn't know that. We'll put them up," he assured him. I can't tell you that it's some old world tradition, but it became one that day and remains so to this very day.

The years passed and Christmas was celebrated in the same way. That is until 1972. That was the year that home lost its Christmas. It was June and a few months prior the boy's mom had suffered what appeared to be a stroke. Later the doctors would discover the previously treated breast cancer had spread. His mom died that June.

He was now 22 and married. Two weeks after her death a flood destroyed much of the memories in that home.

Thanksgiving was nonexistent. Christmas was still a possibility. That is until Dad declared, "There will be no Christmas in this house!"

The son and his wife were now living there. As much as he loved his mother, he believed that her loss had nothing to do with the celebration of the birth of Christ. "Dad, we need to at least put up the tree," he said one day just two weeks before December 25th.

"No!" Dad responded. "There will be no Christmas here."

Then standing near him, the boy touched his hand and said, "But they will lose their Christmas."

An almost unnoticeable smile came to Dad's face. "I lost my Christmas, too."

There was no Christmas in the house that year. Years later, when he sold the house, many of the decorations were tossed away.

I know. I was that boy.

Many Christmases have passed since then, each filled with love, happiness, and memories.

If you are struggling with the idea of Christmas, if you are hurting because of the loss of a loved one, the pressures of finances, or simply can't find Christmas, I ask you to reconsider.

Remember the real reason for it. It is not a party. It is not a package under a tree. It is not a thing.

It's a holy day. It is a celebration of faith. And I promise you this: Even if you hide away in your room that day, even if you don't light a candle, hang an ornament, or sing a song, your heart cannot lose its Christmas. It is right there, waiting for you.

Tip of the Day: No matter what happens, don't lose your Christmas...

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Day 323: Story #2: Christmas Shoes Lyrics

The Christmas Shoes lyrics

It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes

His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically

Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes

So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about

Tip of the Day: Help a stranger out this Christmas...

Monday, December 20, 2010

Day 322: Story #1: The White Envelope

Today was the last day of the Desert Jewels show... the walls are empty now... but... I found a ladybug and I'm keeping her for myself. I've set her down in one of the plants and she lives here with me now... I don't think it'll be that hard taking care of a ladybug...
As for the Christmas spirit, I thought that I'd get myself to share a Christmas story everyday until Christmas day so that we can all benefit from the unexplainable feeling that we get during this time of year. I'm not really sure what kind of stories I'll be sharing, but I thought that, because it's Christmas, I'd let other people tell their stories...
As for me, I'll be sitting back and reading other people's personal stories accompanied by my new friend, "the Ladybug."
Enjoy Story #1: The White Envelope

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.

The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church, mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, I wish just one of them could have won, he said. They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them. Mike loved kids -all kids- and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came.

That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition - one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.

The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with side-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always.

Tip of the Day: Having family traditions is what makes your family yours... treasure them.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Day 321: The Ornaments You Consist of...

I decorated the tree today... might be a bit late for some of you, and a bit early for others, but, today was just right for our Christmas tree because I finally got my Eiffel Tower ornament. It looks perfect on the tree...
As I walked over to the tree, with ornaments in my hand, ready to hang, I looked up and realized what was missing. I was missing what is known to be the most spiritual thing about a Christmas tree... my angel...
The angel is what brings it all together and completes a Christmas tree and believing in it is what brings a person together and completes their spirit. No matter what kind of spirit you may have, you have an angel... your very own angel watching over you and all the ornaments you consist of...

Tip of the Day: You don't have to be religious to be spiritual... Your spirit is what makes you who you are... and, an angel is the most common of all spirits. Don't forget your angel topper this year... it's what completes you.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Day 320: Just like it used to be...

I wish there was some kind of angel dust we could sprinkle on ourselves for some Christmas spirit every year. I've grown up with enough Christmas spirit to pass around each year. In the last couple of years, I've felt it fade somehow... I don't have enough of it anymore... This year, I wish for more Christmas spirit... just enough to share with the people around me... just like it used to be...

Tip of the Day: Make a wish this Christmas... wish for something that means so much to you.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Day 319: Baby, It's Cold Outside...

I apologize for the terribly, scary image from last night. I think I was half asleep and didn't realize how weird it was, but, hey, what can I say, it happens...
I'm better this morning... I thought I'd post early today so that I can make up for yesterday.
"Baby, it's cold outside..." is what my mom was saying to me this morning. I dressed myself and as I put my shoes on she came into my room and said, "You're wearing that? Baby, it's cold outside... " trying not to be confronting. "Im fine... it's okay. It's not that cold..." She looked back at me and forgot the tone she previously had as she yelled, "What are you wearing? Take it off! You're wearing a skirt! It's freezing! You can't go anywhere like that! People are going to wonder if you have a mom and if she cares about you! Your legs... they're bare! Look! Look outside the window... it's snowing!" I turned around and looked out the window... and, just as I had thought, there was no snow... "Mom, where do you see snow outside? I'm looking and I don't see any snow..." as I laughed. She replied, "Well, there is snow! It's December! There's snow everywhere now around the word! (Meaning "world" in her accent) We just in California so we don't see snow... but it's snowing!" The only way I could respond to that was putting some tights on... and, honestly, I'm glad I did because Baby, it's cold outside...

Tip of the Day: Listen to your parents when it comes to taking good care of yourself... even if they sound like they're hallucinating.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Day 318: On your own skin...

I fell asleep with the laptop on my lap, while I was trying to write today's post... I woke up and realized that it's on these nights that I feel the burden of this project on my skin...
Today, I realized that I was involved in something I didn't even know I had part in... The situation, somehow, seemed worse now that I was involved. I felt it on my own skin...
Now, I'd like to make myself feel a bit better about the situation... so, I face it... suck it up... and move on... Now, I can go to sleep...

Tip of the Day: No matter how bad you think you feel about a certain situation, you don't know how bad it actually is until you feel it on your own skin.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

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A year in review... and what's to come... Thank you for being here with me!

Day 317: No Regrets

Well, the pain in my foot comes and goes now... It has reached a healing point where it only hurts when I wear a certain shoe, but no body ever died from a blister... so... I think I'm going to be okay...
I read somewhere, "I wish I had another chance... I'd do it all over again." It made me think for a while about what it was actually saying... If I had another chance, I'd do it again... I want another chance to do it again... I have no regrets... and, it made me realize that there might be things that we're sorry for, but do we actually regret the things we're sorry for? I'd say that it would depend on the situation, but there would be many instances that I wouldn't regret the things I'm sorry for... because even the things I'm sorry for are the things that have brought me here... they might have given me blisters, but I'm here now...

Tip of the Day: Try to understand every move that has brought you here... Even if you're sorry for certain mistakes, it doesn't mean you should regret them.