What I learned in July was a lot. Maybe too much to write about, for sure, too much to remember over the past thirty-one days.
Patience remains a virtue and I move closer to it with each month that passes.
It is great to have a “family” in Dallas. My roomie’s mother and brothers and sisters-in-law embrace me, as well as Barbara’s (Kelly’s mom) friend, Faith. Inclusion is the best kind of medicine.
Sometimes so many things go right that you can’t believe it. You want to pinch yourself to see if it’s true. A path that’s the right one, filled with gratitude and belief and perseverance, can bring a kind of joy that’s just out of this world.
A person can worry themselves into a tizzy and later learn it was all for naught. Guilty X one million. Giving it to God takes lots of practice.
The ocean is calming and healing and inspiring and so much more. It will remain a place I go to often. And you can never pluck enough shells and rocks and pieces of wood from any one beach; more always appears the next morning.
I love nature and animals. Seals and birds and dogs and deer, just to name a few. They help ground me, give me pleasure. I already knew this but had to say it again.
A new place is always exciting. I found a huge smile on my face today as I picked up the keys to my new apartment, which I’ll be moving into soon. “New” signals beginnings and hopes and changes for the better. Re-inventing is good, too.
The love, concern and caring by friends makes for very good healing. So does being around your kids. To know someone is always there for you makes life worth living.
Time changes things like hurt and anger and despair.
Just when you think you can’t take another workshop, another writing assignment, another sleepless night, a new day begins and the world is fine.
Some books are just so damn good. Those with MFA’s seem to have the best titles to share.
Change can be scary but faith helps one take hold and tackle the bitch.
One can make things happen with enough grit and work and determination and passion. The walk up the mountain or out of the hole is harder than staying the same. Unless we are talking about the loss of one we love, in which case, getting out of that dark hole feels impossible, but one can make it.
Standing up for yourself can be quite difficult, but you must do it in order to truly experience self-love. Self-love, in turn, allows us to care for and be open to others, a kind of killing two birds with one stone.
With enough love and support, you can do anything, although sometimes it’s better to sleep on it and try again the next day. A good night’s rest always contributes to a better tomorrow.
It is always better to go with your gut.
Don’t ever let go of those people who would do anything for you; those friendships are few and far between. Grab onto them and love them fiercely.
When you feel tired, you should go to bed.