Taking Stock Of My Life

I've been keeping a journal lately. It isn't something I've ever been good at and, quite frankly, I don't think I'll have this one written up into a memoir any time soon. Still, it has been useful to me to straighten out my thoughts. I get so busy with surviving life that I sometimes forget what I need to do live. What do is meant by live? (Ah, yes, Cynthia, I have been paying attention.) I mean sit back and relax; take stock of all the good stuff. Did I notice the lilies out front are shooting up all dark green and leafy? (Well, the ones that don't have something eating at them, anyway.) Did I listen to my kids talking just for the joy of hearing their happy voices? (OK, so they have to have happy voices in the first place and being teens that's rare.) Did I smile for no reason other than I just felt good? (Maybe not a good idea since I do talk to myself more often than I like. Scratch that last question.) Did I tell my boss it's a joy to come to work? (Perhaps I should pass out waders before saying that.) Nope, haven't done any of these things. But, I did take the time to think about them. Well, the more I think about them the more I'm convinced it isn't such a good idea to go look for trouble. So, I'll just plop into my chair after a long day and breath a sigh of relief that it's another day down and I'm still alive. WOOHOO!