"I have often thought that the best way to define a man's character would be to seek out the particular mental or moral attitude in which, when it came upon him, he felt himself most deeply and intensely active and alive. At such moments there is a voice inside which speaks and says: "This is the real me!""
Being positive seems to be the "real me!" I love being positive. Life is so short. To be sad and miserable all the time, or even more than 30% of the time, well, just is not the real me.
I will say I have for the most part, I have been happy all my life. I have accomplished more than I thought I would. I am blessed to have been sealed through the eternities to a man, who is not perfect (but neither am I), who for the most part has made me happy and fulfilled. The challenges of motherhood can be daunting, but I have been blessed to be a mother nonetheless.
Now my life has not been lollipops and roses. I have had my struggles. I have had to say goodbye to ♥two precious sons♥. I have had to deal with heart wrenching life and death choices & moral decisions. Health crisis' and the the bad list can go on, but why should it?
The good things I have enjoyed in my life significantly out weigh the bad stuff.
- I have enjoyed the comforting embrace of my loving supportive rock of a husband.
- The spontaneous sweet (and juicy) kisses of my four-year old baby.
- The gentlemanly arm of my pre-teen son displaying his respect for me and all women.
- The welcoming words and deeds of my inlaws.
- The warm laughs of my friends
- The forgiving and understand hearts of those I have wronged and have asked forgiveness of.
- Those who have sought my forgiveness and have allowed me to be their friend once more.
and I can go on and on.
There is no reason I should not be positive. I am happy and I feel I will smile all the while.
"This is the real me!!"
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