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All It Takes

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You know, I could really complain this week.  I mean, I guess we all have the right to complain all the time.  And, some of us probably have good reason; however, I don’t think I will.  When I started this post I wasn’t certain just what direction I was going to take.  A good part of me wanted the feelings I get when I drop everything off my chest and let the world have it.  Then, there’s the other part of me that says, “Why do that?  Things could be so much worse.”  And, finally, there’s the third part.  That’s the one that realizes the complaining part is a temporary fix and everyone else gets tired of hearing it, and the second part is a bit of a cop out because it can ALWAYS be worse.  Just telling yourself that it could be worse doesn’t allow you to feel what’s going on.  You are trapped with the idea that you should never complain because it could ALWAYS be worse.

This third part is that small voice that has you more looking at the positives than the negatives.  You can’t ignore the negatives; that would be the “Pollyanna” attitude of the sun will come out tomorrow thing…  I don’t want that; what I want is simply to see life as it is:  good and bad.

I lost a friend yesterday; he was my chiropractor; he was my family’s chiropractor for many years.  He was a casual friend, but he was a friend.  I knew him by name; I have seen pictures of his ex-wife and his little girl.  I have spoken to him about some personal problems and asked advice.  In short, I knew him; now, he’s gone.  I don’t know any other details yet.  What matters is that there is a little piece of me that has a hole in it, and I know his family has a larger hole.

All of this happening when I am at a point in which I realize I am 56 years old and, while I am getting better, I am not in perfect health.  I have a father whose health is worse than mine.  I have a wonderful sister who has her own set of problems, just like my Mom.  And, I have friends, each with his or her own problems, too.  It just gets me to thinking.

The world is a fleeting place.  We are on it for something less than 120 years.  Then, we are gone.  Life continues; people don’t forget you, but, eventually, there is no one who has actually met you who is still alive.  The things I do here will be reflected in the attitudes and actions of those I know and love.  My children make me proud.  I know that when I do leave this world they are going to be making it a better place rather than causing the problems everyone has to face.  That’s a good feeling.

What’s really great is to know that my writing will survive me.  My blog posts have been a help and/or inspiration to some.  I have made friends and, if I go, they will remember, at least, for awhile.

This post has gone almost full circle; it started out as almost a whine and now has circled back to being a positive note on being here.  This is almost an esoteric posting.  It is intended more to get my thoughts out than to make you think anything in particular.  However, I would be very interested in knowing how you think and feel after reading this.  What say you?

Namaste,

Scott

Just a Spoonful of Sugar…(don’t look at me; I’m diabetic)

Yeah, funny…maybe not quite that funny!

I picked Mom up this morning and we both braved the bitter cold to head to the hospital and get Dad.  He was supposed to be discharged today (and was).  He has been told now that he has a bit of congestive heart failure and a bit of renal failure.  Armed with that information, new meds, and a good amount of faith, we all went home.  I took them to their home, helped Dad get his medicines squared away, made a couple of calls for him, and went home to relax.

After relaxing for a couple of hours my best friend and I went out to eat.  We had a good time and I unwound.  I came home and entered a Facebook Fantasy NCAA bracket contest.  I am utterly horrible at these, but it was free and easy to fill out.

Now, I sit here, filling out this post and realizing I am too flippin’ tired to do it.  I had good intentions several hours ago, but the steam has fizzled.  I will attempt to gain just a little of the zeal back by saying that today showed me a lot of what I have going for myself.

In the hospital, I notice how sad most people are.  It’s to be expected, of course, but still…

Now staff is all serious, but the nurses try to step out of that mold sometimes, and do manage it.  I, for one, am glad to see the giggles and the smiles from some of them.  If our attitude is supposed to be a big part of our health, I think it would be better for all concerned if doctors, surgeons, and such would develop a better sense of humor.  If I had to go to a hospital I would much rather it be one in which laughing could be heard at different times and places throughout.

Dad is home and resting.  He is very tired and has a lot to think about.  I would like to thank you all for your prayers and thoughts, and concerns throughout all this ordeal.  I know it is not over yet, probably only begun, but it is nice to know I have some supports to lean on.

Namaste,

Scott

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