Sunday morning ponderings . . .

 

In order to really love who you are

you cannot hate 

the experiences that shaped you.

~Unknown

I saw this quote this morning and it really resonated with me.  How many hours in my lifetime have I spent dwelling on things that I might have done better if given a second chance???  On words spoken that I would love to be able to take back. On people I wish I had never been involved with. On better choices I should have made . . . far too many, far too many. 

 It truly is impossible to love yourself so long as you carry your life around with you using your regrets to periodically beat yourself up.  They become weapons against your soul rather than building blocks to a better you.  It is impossible to love yourself on the one hand if you keep hating the journey it took to get here . . .  to become you. 

 

In all truth, given the chance to do our lives over . . . .  we would probably all do the same things, make the same mistakes and make the same choices again because that is who we are.  We were sent here to learn and to experience and to become better.  Some of our most valuable lessons in life are learnt when we make mistakes and poor choices.  The difference comes with the eyes we choose to look back at them with afterwards.  If we fail to learn from them, and keep making them again . . .  and again  . . .  and again  . . .  then we have a problem. 

It has taken me almost 65 years to become the beautiful creature I am now. (half truth, half jest)  Oh I know I am not beautiful on the outside.  It is the very rare person who can get to my age without losing their looks . . . but I think I'm not half bad on the inside.  I am a compassionate, caring person with a deep-seated love for my family, friends and the world.  I love my God with all of my heart and try each day to be a bit better than I was the day before.  I try not ever to harm anyone or anything on purpose.  I am not the person today that I was yesterday, last year, or even ten years before that . . . I have grown and become better I think.  And that is largely due to the journey which I have taken to get here . . .  an almost 65 year long journey filled with nooks and crannies,  and plenty of stumbles and bumps along the way.

 

You can't polish a rock without putting it through a tumbler . . .  and knocking it about a bit. A bit of a jostle knocks off all of the rough edges. 

What a sunny day we had yesterday.  It started off gloomy and grey but that all burned off and a sunny day emerged in the end.  As I sit here typing I can hear Mitzie quietly snoring off in the corner.  Its quite a comforting sound to be honest. It is the sound of contentment. She is starting to look like a shaggy Yeti.  Its been 3 months since her last grooming. I think we need to buy or borrow some clippers and try to groom her a bit or she is going to be very hot and uncomfortable come the summer months.  Maybe we could find a mobile groomer who will come to the house.  I will have to think about that. I think they do it right in their van. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *If you want to feel rich,

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Strawberry Cake Pie.  Oh. My. Goodness. 

Have a blessed sabbath day. Be safe and be happy.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!