or would it be the end ~ with a new car, a new coffee maker, and an overflowing heart of thankfulness. At first glance it might be an easy choice but in truth, I think it's the middle that had the most impact ~ the part where I kept going and kept an open heart and mind of gratitude.
I think life is like that ~ it's not so much about what happens to us as much as it is about what we do with those events. Case in point... I have a friend who's been slowly slipping away ~ not because of some insidious medical condition but because she allowed a few bad apples into her basket. Once there, they rotted and spread. I've been there and I understand how it can happen. But standing on the outside watching someone you care about grow angry and withdraw is painful and saddening. Over the years I've watched her slowly move away; stepping back from things that made her happy and exposed to other creative souls. Each time she drew back to "stand up" for her principles she slowly pulled her beauty, her creativity, her intelligent insight, away from those of us who've appreciated it most. I miss her musings and I hope one day she returns.
the woman I was 12 years ago ~ broken by a heartless man, or the woman I was 10 years ago ~ stripped of all hope or the woman I was 8 years ago ~ impoverished; washing my children's clothes in our kitchen sink or the woman I was 6 years ago ~ realizing I'd stepped into the arms of another liar or the woman I was 5 years ago ~ barely choosing to stay alive but for the sake of my children or the woman I was 3 years ago ~ desperately trying to change my mistakes or the woman I was a year ago ~ betrayed by the one I'd tried so hard to help. I could be all of these or any one of the stepping stones along my own life's journey.