I have been avoiding writing lately. I could say that I was busy, but that would be a half-truth.
Most of the time I write down everything in my head, a narration of my days events and how things have unfolded. Talking to a fellow volunteer at the animal shelter where I go on Sundays really got me thinking, and my thoughts are just too big to be kept in, so they had to be put down.
I learned that there are so many forms of courage.
The people that I live with, work with, volunteer with are all capable of great things. Absolutely great things.
Being no stranger to personal demons, I listened with everything I could muster when my fellow volunteer confided in me about being a recovering alcoholic. He was very unabashed about everything, just told me how it was in a concise, clean manner. From what I gleaned, his life was anything but clean and concise back then. It gripped me - his story made me think.
A co-worker of mine has a horrible auto-immune disease, and still, she works, plays, lives as she wants to. It's quite heartening to see her just accepting what she has been given and living beyond. She has no limits! Not any she has imposed upon herself, in any case!
My oldest daughter, being 14 is in the throes of "peer acceptance" is learning what it is like to want things herself, and not just because her friends have told her that's what she should want. She is pretty bold and strong in any case - it was still amazing to here her asserting herself with her peers. Not being rude or anything, just being herself.
I am surrounded by amazing people, and these are just three of them! Hooray!!!