

Is life rushing by you as fast as it is for me? I can see
the months turning into years then decades too quickly as I rush through each
busy day. Today my hubby was so pleased at lunch when I fixed his favorite
food––pizza, that he said, I'm going to miss you when I’m gone.

Do
I have regrets? No. Although perhaps there’s one––that I could live with more
gratitude daily for simple blessings. Here’s a poem I wrote about regrets:
It
was an unexpected visitor,
I opened the door unknowingly.
Coming in
quickly and quietly,
it spread throughout the room.
I realized too
late what had happened,
as regrets multiplied.
Unable to move, letting the
reality
of the moment settle;
drowning in despair, I could not
break
loose from its grip.
Struggling only increased its
tentacles around my
heart
till I thought I would burst.
A muffled scream escaped my lips:
Why
me, it's just not fair
I didn't ask for this or want it.
My life was so carefully planned
and then this happened. WHY?
NEXT TIME: Simplify