Yesterday my fifteen year old car broke down, once again. There is no extra money to fix it right now. Next week is Christmas and I will have to borrow a car in order to go see my family. How is it that at the age of almost sixty four I am struggling so much? How is it that I still work so hard every day and yet have so little?
I sit and write down the things that I am grateful for. I am so grateful that Katy is out of the hospital and back home, and every day I look to her for inspiration. She has been battling a terrible chronic illness since she was twelve years old, and yet she never gives up or gives in. Yes, I am in pain most days, but I am still able to get up every day. I can walk, and speak, and see. I have a place to live when there are so many others who are homeless. I have food on my table, while others go hungry. I have a family who loves me while there are so many others who are alone and lonely. I realize that although I may have very little money, I still have so much.
So I cling to life. I read the message from yesterday that I have now hung on my mirror, because I know that there are times when my soul needs first aid. I will keep on trying. I will work hard to not see setbacks as failures, but as learning experiences. I will love and value myself. I will continue to learn by looking to others as mentors. Most of all I will keep telling myself.
DON'T GIVE UP, DON'T GIVE UP, DON'T GIVE UP!!!