Normally, I stick to the “theme” of this blog—providing tips related to writing/blogging and editing, and what the P.I.s are up to at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency. Today’s post is a tale . . .
. . . the tale of a repentant juggler.
Repentant because, of late, Faith has stepped back from her periodically neurotic self and viewed life, and herself, with new/different eyes. The result: she feels quite remorseful, if not ashamed.
Juggling a demanding full-time job and caring for an elderly parent (a full-time job in itself) is very difficult for a sole caregiver. Faith hasn’t slept more than three-four hours a night in many years; as such, she tends to be perpetually exhausted. So, when She isn’t leaning toward sad or resentful, Faith may feel sorry for herself. Silly, but true, she thinks with a wry smile and troubled heart.
Faith loves that parent but may not always like her . . . and only because she hasn’t learned to completely forgive and forget. In her heart, Faith believes she is a good person and attentive caregiver, a decent daughter, but then decides she’s not. Good people simply do not whine, cry, despair, or question life or the Big Guy.
Perhaps it’s also that her parent is old and fragile, and that may also frighten and fret her. Faith remembers the strength that once was . . . and remembers who and what they both once were: youthful and robust. Aging has its merits, becoming “old” does not.
There have been bouts of depression and they have proven debilitating . . . and downright annoying. Faith has had it with that, though. Depression has drained her once too often; it’s time to go!
Faith wants to return to the person she once was: a good-humored, easy-going, caring person with dreams, hopes, and faith. Fortunately, Faith’s moving in the right direction. With the help of a kindly naturopath, healthy diet, and her own [very firm] desire to turn her life around, she’s taking purposeful baby steps forward.
She recalls a once popular expression: when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. She likes that and says, “Look for a huge pitcher!” And while she’s at it, Faith is going to juggle those tart little citrus fruits, too! She’s going to flip vexing anxiety into sweet calmness.
The juggler is truly repentant . . . and prays that the Big Guy forgives her . . . and that, going forward, she will embrace, even welcome, the challenges that come her way. All acts and actions truly lend themselves to learning and growing.
Faith recalls yet another once popular expression: don’t give up, give over. (Sometimes those trite expressions are just so spot on.)
Life’s too short to be apprehensive or angst-ridden. She’s looking forward to a wholesome new life and outlook. It’s all about love—for others and self.
Faith laughs softly and a couple of expressions juggle within her mind [maybe they’ll become personal mottoes] . . .
Be strong, not wrong. Stay true, not blue.
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