Letting Go...

There's nothing like feeling foolish to take all the fun out of being angry. I do not as a general rule overlook the obvious. Being optimistic by nature, I need these little signals to tell me when I've taken on too much. I think it's a game my subconscious and I play with one another. It leaves me alone until I manage to book myself solid, and then arranges the equivalent of a well-placed umbrella in my path.

This causes me to spare a moment to sit down and assess matters. Life has been showing its customary disregard for what I want. Some decisions involve a certain amount of soul searching, inner turmoil, and guilt. Few people send a child off to college, leave a relationship, hire someone to tend an aging parent, or leave a good employer for a better career opportunity without wondering whether they're doing the right thing. We weave invisible threads of our heart and soul into the things we love. Sometimes clipping those threads is the right thing to do. Separating from something or someone precious requires the strength to make a choice,
and the wisdom to accept that it will hurt.

My garden has provided more undiluted happiness than most friendships. It has given me a perspective on success that no title, raise, or promotion can match. It taught me
to see my life more clearly. I don't know how, and I don't care. I just accept that it is so. This too, I learned amidst those leaves and roots.

I am very fortunate. I am able to give away something truly special. In return, I am gaining the time and the freedom to do it all again. Every goodbye should be so rewarding.

"When someone you love becomes a memory, The memory becomes a treasure..."

Thank you for the read. Treasure's. I do have them. Thank you for reminding me that I will have more to come in life. For, I know of the one's I now posses.

How true, memories are the best place I can go.

But I still have to live & refuse to die easy.