Editing my memories and thoughts

One thing I battle everyday is chronic illness and physical pain.
This war has taken a lot of pieces out of me and I sometimes wonder
what is left worth keeping.

I'd dreamed my life would look so different than this.
How ironic that I was blessed with plenty of talent and an inborn drive.

What have I accomplished?
Not much today...not much yesterday...
have I failed?

Other folks seem to be able to rise above thier issues and achieve
amazing feats. Look that those Olympians! So what's my problem then?

The more I go down the road of comparisan and counting achievements
the deeper into dispair I get. I need to remember to stop the counting.

In a world where babies die of diseases before their first birthday
and other people who will never own a pair of shoes in their life,
I need to remember the many gifts I've been given.
I do have shoes and food and shelter.
I've had plenty of shoes too.
In fact, I've had more than your average American's pack of adventures.

One minute of remembering my blessings and I am in a totally
different head space (that's Californian for "attitude").
This does require some mental choices; it means remembering the good
rather than the painful. It's not cheating to edit my memories and thoughts.
How does that verse go? "Be ye transformed by the renewing of your minds." (New Testament somewhere)

Thank you God for giving me another day with a bed to sleep in and a car that starts every time I turn the key. Thanks that I was able to get up and drive myself to the Smog Test Station...even if they were closed when I got there.

GratefulJoy

Photo of the day: Nelly the mouse. She lived with me here for a few years and was very cute.