Drama of life

It's moments like these that I look to dramatically increase.  When I stop to "Smell the roses" to count my blessings.  Yet it can never be on demand.  I cannot demand such pure feelings as so many try to teach.

As days go by I get more and more clear about the meaning of being in the drama of life.  As I wake worrying about the list of todo's and the must have's of the day, the expectation of a lover, the chores of caring for child, the person in my way to get where I am going, the money being spent, the class I must attend, the work I must perform, etc.



OR


To think how today is brighter than yesterday.
How I have more knowledge than before.
My mind is clearer and I am happier than ever
And I am definitely stronger than I have ever been.
Not to mention....
I couldn't have asked for a better lover or could have imagined how close  and strong we would be.
Or the beautiful relationship I have with my son and how its evolving
The new found confidence and love for myself
The wonderful opportunities all coming my way
And How excited I am about my future and MY LIFE.



I guess we all have a choice of how we look at our lives, the task of getting through it or the beauty flowing from it.



I couldn't ask for better people in my life.  It's time to remember how blessed I am, even in the midst of my todo's.


Isn't that what its ultimately about anyways, we will always have todo's but never again will we have today.


A lesson I am sure I will rediscover over and over again.

I intend to remember these blessings instead of getting caught up in the drama of daily activities.  This awareness in it self is a blessing and I am sure will continue to evolve.  I have noticed that it is not something you can just tell someone to do, it must be experienced and felt, but I believe it could be taught.

Unfolding of Life

To expect magnificent but not know how you got there. To know it will get even better and know you couldn't dream up what the universe will produce is scary, exciting, illuminating, and anxious.

How do you explain a feeling of faith yet fear. A feeling of great but not quite there. It's like smelling the cookies bake, knowing they are there but also knowing it is not time to eat them just yet. When will they be ready? It could be five maybe ten..... Who knows, but THEY ARE MINE(I made them and now I can smell them)!

The flowers are blooming and they will be beautiful but OH what colors will they be?


Love and Light, Tiffany