My Passion, My Life

Subject	My Passion, My Life
From	g ħ ō ς т
Sent	Friday, April 16, 2010 2:41 AM

 
 

Short story

 
 

 
 

Every morning I
excitedly get out of bed. Just a few minutes of goals and visions for the day
swirl in my head. No lingering for me, no alarm, no wishful notes too. Just me
in my night gown with no hat.

 
 

I sit down to
enter my dreams and what can notes. In my journal entries that began long ago
with a tiny book and its lock and key. I used to dwell on all the icky things
back then but now I write God with my cheers and glees instead.

 
 

I remember the
days I knew not whether I was going to live or die. I also never thought I'd
see why cancer came by. I'm glad I had cancer because today I like the who
I've become. Which would have never occurred had it not appeared.

 
 

If I dwell, I can
remember the day of an accident that left me in a wheel chair for years. Because I know if I do, today there will be a lot of have nots and heart of
tears too.

 
 

As a coach I've
been trained to be in the present moment with me. Thank goodness for apple
trees. For if it had not been for growing things fresh air would not have
been. And I would not be able to enjoy breathing it all in.

 
 

Next I write
wisdom, only wisdom that I can share. I know that someone will be here and be
inspired because I'd cared. I travel through my day with a soul of glee. Knowing, really knowing, this is the right place for me to be. The excitement
occurs when I pick up my pen and get the surprise of how far its all come.

 
 

I know there were
days long ago when I dreaded my day. I'm glad, I'm glad, there aren't none of
them anymore. For when their inklings first appear, I now have the training
and support to make them disappear. Coaching made me work so that I can
appear.

 
 

When I crawl
under the covers at night, I smile with prayer at the difference I made in
everyone's life this day. Just because I was there. Before I drift off to
sleep my sugar plums swirl with what next I can do with my pen. I nod off to
sleep, gracefully and slow, lingering on the stories yet to be told.

 
 

Occasionally
there is a 2 am up. Just because what was swirling before needs to be said. So
I honor the time with my pen and then its back to la-la-land I go. I'm so glad
of my passion, my life. Its allows everything to be said. After my last eye
lid shutter, my last thought is tomorrow's putter.

 
 

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