Saturday, June 16, 2007
A friend of mine wrote a speech recently that I had the honor of editing. A theme that ran through it was forgiveness. How "Love is a Verb." And perhaps the most poignant, but hardest to follow, she reminds us to "Live Joyously."
I fall victim to my demons like everyone else does, but then I read someone else's take on their flaws, and I'm immediately inspired to keep going.
Like this morning. I was feeling crappy to say the least. Just tired. But even with my unbrushed teeth and looking about as unkempt as Cameron Diaz on Oscar night (no offense, you Diaz fans out there... but can she at least brush her hair?)... Pipsqueak still had the good graces to laugh at me hysterically.
I am saddened these days by a close family member who is on her way to the other side. She is a woman who never forgot to send me a birthday card. Or send me a doll when she knew I was having a girl. Or send me money when she herself was living in a tiny apartment. She was an advocate for the less fortunate always, from children to cats to monkeys - she even had some primates living in her home. Toward the end of her life her health was at an all time low, but she never ceased to live joyously. Aunt Joan, I don't know how much longer your body will be here, but your spirit will live with me as long as I am alive.
Everyone else, I hope this weekend you strive to live, you guessed it, joyously. Let me know how it goes.