Days of My Life

That’s the word for the week year.

I’m going to roughly quote a line I heard somewhere some time ago:
“I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”

I have cried because I lost my dad, but, as she reminded me last night, at least I still have my mom.
I have been depressed but still have my right mind.
I have loved and lost, but at least I have loved.
I have never been to Rome, but I have eyes to see the pictures.
I have never met my zygote donors, but I.am.here.

Have you ever strained under the weight of all you had to carry without considering that you at least had arms to carry it?
Ever gotten upset about the lady with the big hat blocking your view without thanking God that you have eyes to see?
Ever so disgruntled about a meal that you returned it to the kitchen without being grateful for just the privilege of food?
Ever flip on a faucet without thoughts of those in a drought (not the ATL and NC kinds)?

I know I have—but today, I will stop. I will remember to be grateful for every little thing that has ever been done or provided for me in this life.

I will overdose on life.

UPDATE: I can keep my cat!!!! After four prescriptions that is, but hey, I found my easier way. In the meantime, I’ll be looking into holistic approaches to moderate to severe allergies. I welcome any and all suggestions.