Berthaday Girl…

Yesterday was my birthday…and after testing some soil samples taken from my back yard…it’s official…I’m older than…dirt

Funny thing is…I don’t feel…that…old…well…maybe my body does…but…something about me doesn’t…

Bertha…says it’s her…that she’s the part of me that still feels young…and…I suppose she’s right…or she couldn’t still be wearing those ridiculously high heels that she wears…or sporting that spandex without getting jeers and sneers at Wally World…and…she’s still pretty agile when she jumps onto her soapbox…so…I have to admit…she’s definitely young…

She goes on to tell me…that age…like beauty…is in the eyes of the beholder…and…that I get to choose how I see myself…and others…

I can look past the…gray hair…bald heads…wrinkles…extra pounds…deteriorating bodies…

I can look deeper than the surface…and…when I do…I can see the spirit…

It’s my choice…

Today…I want to look deeper…I want to see and feel the vitality that surrounds me…I suppose I should start…by looking in the mirror…

Jane

Life’s Way…

Yesterday…I didn’t write a blog…I didn’t go for my morning workout…I didn’t get to work on time…and…most importantly…I didn’t feel guilty…

So…what was I doing that was more important…than these important things…well…it all started the day before…with a phone call from Mama…she had fallen…could I bring some bandage supplies on my way home from work…

She has fragile skin…so that didn’t concern me too much…but…her next comment did…wellI did go down on my knee and it’s hurting pretty bad

What can I say…my nurse instincts kicked in…I left work as soon as I could…and went straight to her house…to find a very swollen knee and she could barely hobble…we went to the ER…where it was initially pronounced…not broken…wrapped and we came home…but…I didn’t want to leave her alone for fear she might fall during the night due to the pain and awkwardness of trying to get up…so I stayed the night…

And…as a result…all of the above didn’t happen…and…honestly…as important as each of those things are to me on a daily basis…none of them mattered in that moment…the world didn’t come to an end…when they didn’t happen…

Now…the final report yesterday was…cracked…she’s been to the orthopedic doctor…she’s immobilized…things are being worked out…my sister spent the night…I’m writing my blog…I’m going to work on time…she’ll spend the weekend with me…I’ll make it to the gym…my house will get cleaned…all will be well…

Bertha…smiles knowingly…as she tells me…that…although I can set my priorities…life…will always have a way…of reminding me what’s truly important…

Jane