I’ve written about my cracked ribs, and if you have suffered any pain over the years, you know what I was experiencing. I am a shoulder sleeper and rarely sleep on my back. Still, it was all I could do if sleep were to come. It’s been ten days since my injury, and last night I slept on both shoulders with no pain. A battle won, to be sure. I think it’s because I choose not to fight the battles I cannot win. I waited patiently for what opportunity might appear, and it did. Why? Because I have a job to do. And I am not playing with words. Writing is my job whenever Lenette is not my job, but when she needs me, I am there first and foremost, as she is for me. This is not an obligation. It is love.
So, I have every intention to win every coming battle until it’s over. And that’s okay because the future is not mine. Now is mine, as it is yours. My point is, don’t waste what is yours. As to mine, I will hopefully be exercising in the next few days. I intend to make ready what troops I have in my coming battles.
On utilizing the weapons to help us to continue to win, two residents of our community travel every few months anywhere and everywhere. This is their job. They have just returned from a month-long voyage to the South Pacific. In prior months they took another adventure to other destinations they had never been to before. I congratulated them on the job they are committed to: visiting as much of the world as they have the time and energy to do so. They have made preparation itself their job. Another fine point to be made about “work.”
As we age, we rarely work for money, but we are compensated by the effort, the time, and the seriousness we put into our activity. We make it our job. My job is to write.
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