Life is hard. Designed so. Everyone, if they want to live well, will face hard in this life. And, it doesn’t benefit one to compare hard. Whatever is your hard at the moment, just look at it without comparing it to how hard or easy another might appear to have it. Face your hard and somehow find gratitude in going through the damn thing.
Those are some fairly damaged twigs of mine you might not want to look at for long. Not much fun to look their way.
Four cuts the past 2 weeks. Three more when I return home before Thanksgiving. The legs just started sprouting squamous cancer cells seemingly out of nowhere this month. I’m standing on 78 cuts and by Thanksgiving? 81 hard.
Grateful none have spread to other organs. Grateful for good surgeons. I’m grateful for a genetic doc dude who I’m hoping might spread some new light on this way more than sun exposure thing I’ve got going. I’m grateful for Miss taking such good care and always exploring alternatives for my sorriness. 81 hard. It’s one of my hard things. I don’t know yours but I know you’ve got ’em. So, remember friend, if we’re still breathing we’re good. 81 Good.
Live hard. Love harder…
BUILT TO LEAD 