It's the weekend. Time for regeneration. Sleeping 12 hours. Lulling about. Jogging. Reading. Rolling the marbles around in my mind, seeing if one falls out. It didn't. But.
It's been a busy few weeks. Working two days a week in Katterbach splits the week up; the days shoot by. Fridays I'm ready to lie prone for a few days, only to start again on Monday.
This goes on for a while- 4-8 weeks. I'm not complaining. I like the little clinic in Katterbach. With just a couple staff and a laughing tricare (insurance) administrator next door, the diversion is welcome.
Weeks fly by, life flies by. One day recently I woke up thinking, 18 weeks, 1, 33. Why? I looked at the calendar and it was 18 weeks to my birthday, the first day of the week, the last section of my year 33. I wonder we are doing when we are sleeping.
I wonder what we are doing when we are waking?
I try to live so that I bring happiness and peace into others' lives. But I have to be careful. I have a lot of energy to give, but only so much. Some people have looked to me to bring happiness to their lives. This is a dangerous position. I've always thought I don't want to be responsible for another person's happiness. Really if you are not happy with yourself, then no one is going to make you happy. Happiness comes from within.
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I keep telling my friends who say they have lost their marbles - THERE ARE NO MARBLES! I like the post and the idea - goes back to Grandma Hazel and "I choose to be happy" - or what I just read "Some people look for the bad instead of the good,"...in each day, in each other, in their job, etc etc etc. I think Ben was a smart guy.
love, auntie dj
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