So they say…

Love is not just a word.

It comes in many shapes, forms and sizes.

Love is not about being with someone.

It can also be about not being with someone.

As they say, love yourself.

Love is blind.

For some, but not for all.

If love were blind then I’d be staring at the wall.

Love is never having to say you’re sorry.

That was the famous line of the movie, Love Story.

For me, Love is saying you’re sorry.

Love thy neighbor.

It depends on what kind of neighbors one has.

Even if you didn’t love them, doesn’t mean you hate them.

All you need is Love.

Famous line in a song!

Feel good indeed when singing along.

Not everyone can sing in tune.

Regardless, even the most off-beat individuals find love.

Love is in the air.

Yes!  Every waking moment breathe in and breathe out.

I can’t give up on writing.

It’s what keeps me alive.

No wonder I’ve been feeling out of sorts.

I haven’t written in a long time!

I got stuck.

I fell into a pit and got stuck.

I kept climbing back up but kept falling back in.

I think I’ve finally made it out of the dungeon.

Once more with feeling I am going to write.

I feel a little bit rusty but I can’t give up.

Not this time around.

I’m not getting any younger.

Not that it’s about age.

But who knows, one day my forgetfulness with reign.

And then I’ll totally forget about writing.

I’m back.

Once more with feeling.

Two years gone by, out of the blue I receive a heartwarming message of thanks.

A former student struggling to make graduation made it!

Long overdue but he finally made it.

He reached out to let me know how much he appreciated our talks and words of encouragement. 

If not for those moments, he claims he would have given up.

Hearing from him lifted my spirits and put me back on track with regard to my purpose.

In life, that is.

My drive comes from helping others.

I am reminded of my days after college, struggling to survive, no job.

$99 in my wallet.

I lived on dollar frozen pizzas until my first paycheck.

So yes, validation is always good to hear.

More so at midlife when you find yourself once again struggling with purpose.

Survival with purpose or merely survival to live?

Today is the day I re-validate my purpose in life.

It’s not merely to live.

I want to live knowing that I can continue to make a difference in helping others.

It would greatly help if there was a formula for this.

Shopping always nipped the tension.

I don’t need anything in particular nor do I feel an impulse for anything.

Less is more as one grows older.

I will be on my own the next few days.

Girls both out and help will be on holiday.

I won’t have to get up too early.

Laundry can wait until the load piles up.

I’d be lying if I said I’d be 100% ok.

I think this would be a good time to get myself out of my self-imposed prison.