I’m republishing this post from May. October has already been a killer month. I’m in bed, coughing up my lungs with a case of bronchitis. Deadlines have rushed past me. My head is spinning with possibilities. This post however, is as true today as it was true in May.
There were plenty of moments last month when I felt like a giant cheese-grater was going over my soul. The grater would pass, skinning of parts of my heart, making my soul bleed.
Bleed but not bleed out. There were days that were messy, sure. Life is messy. When you have a planet of flawed individuals trying their best to dam up the bleeding in their own souls, crazy stuff happens and more people often get hurt in the process.
The fact is, I’m alive and well. My lines have fallen in good places. There are so many things that I can be grateful for. More than one thousand to be sure.
One thing I relearned in the month of April is this - joy is a choice.
The euphoric feelings you get don’t always last but there’s always a geyser of joy, somewhere in your soul. It might be gunked up, it might have the Hoover Dam blocking it, but it’s there. Waiting to be tapped into.
In the words of L.M. Montgomery – “Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it…yet.”
