In the back of my mind for the past two years, I’ve held my friends here as rocks- hard, cold truths that I knew I could depend on without a doubt to still be here whenever and however long it took for me to return. That’s saying a lot about a friend – expecting their unconditional loyalty.
There are those whom I met here two years ago that so many times brought tears to my eyes as I connected to sometimes every word, sometimes only a sentence. Those connections inevitably vibrated a chord deep in my soul. Many times, just a picture could send me soaring, feeling emotions and experiencing passions that were new, inspiring, joyous.
Then there are those that I’ve met in the last few weeks. It wasn’t until I sat exploring blog after blog, many times finding laughter, often blinking away tears, but always fascinated to the point of almost utter disbelief that there are so many wonderful, captivating and brilliant people in the body of this blog. And that’s the friend I knew I could return to – the ‘blog’. I now acknowledge that each of you are the living, breathing heart of the ‘blog’.
Since I last posted an entry, I was given the honor of ringing the breast cancer bell – and I thank God for the tingling of that brass bell, more so with every passing day.
I buried the body of my Mother, her soul still lives – just not here, leaving me as the only remaining member of my immediate family.
My daughter has been there for me every step of the way through these trials – always pointing me to the positive. It was only as I’ve returned here to the blog, however, that I realized I had shown her a terrible ingratitude. All the wonderful inspirations she has tried so hard to keep me alive to, I refused to hear. I allowed the weight of all the bad stuff of years past to weigh me down. It all slipped up on me totally unaware. For any who have read my previous posts and remember, you know of some of the bad stuff I speak of. ‘Stuff’ that no matter what, I always found a way to rise above.
But for quite some time I’ve had the doors open to the demons of defeat in all their ragged forms. I’ve allowed self-doubt to take away my peace. I’ve let the atrocities of the morning news each day rob me of hope and the day to day dealings with those chasing a dollar or climbing some ladder – whether real or imaginary – push me to bitter anger.
From so many of you here, combined with her love, much that my daughter has been patiently waiting for me to find, I have found. Instead of hate, violence, greed, complacency and indecence, your posts have filled me with hope, awe, excitement and most of all, passion. A passion again for life and all the wonderful moments we can experience if we live with a positive attitude. And with that attitude, wonderful doors of opportunity open in any direction we are willing and passionate enough to pursue. The doors of defeat will be tightly closed. I know this from personal experience, but have never pursued it as largely as all my being has screamed for me to do.
That at this moment changes. I am stepping boldly into a new phase of my life. No longer will I let self-doubt control me and hold me back. I will let the moments of my days make a difference in this world we exist in – my eyes will be open to my own opportunities as well as how I can help in any small way those in my circle of contacts. I am returning to a life rather than an existence.
I thank my daughter for her unfailing faith in me. I thank each of you for your wonderful and continuing inspiration. And I thank God for the one set of footprints on the beach.