I have had a lot of time to think lately – have had to slow down a lot also – well okay – almost to a crawl. In 1994, I wrote a poem to my brother who later passed away. The first couple of paragraphs started:
“Each of us has a purpose as we walk our path in life, While people touch us daily and leave us changed inside.”
“You have taught me compassion and a lot of patience too, Things I might not have learned, if I hadn’t been touched by you.”
When I met a new friend after writing that, I think I was intrigued by him as he was so different from anyone I had met – he opened my eyes to a whole ‘nother world – I was no longer sheltered and naïve. What I love most in this world is to have a meaningful conversation with someone from the heart. As I am an introvert (a few friends, close and meaningful), I guess that makes sense – and we definitely had that and more. I find that most of the men I was involved with throughout my life (and they are far and few between) were not very honest with me and I needed to move on in my life. Timing is everything . . .
l look back on my life and realize I have been so very blessed in so many ways and yet how different it could have been . . . then I go back to the poem I wrote and remember everything has a purpose.
What I want to do for the rest of my life are the things that give life meaning, to do the things I love to do, and have fun doing it. I want to get back to my website again, (hopefully encouraging other women to stay true to themselves) . . . to just be kind, loving, and respectful to the people God puts in my life . . . giving back. I have everything I need and then some . . .
mjnak