Writing the story of your life one day at a time

Writing the story of your life one day at a time

 

Writing the story of your life one day at a time

An old story can’t be the final chapter of our current one.

The future spreads out before us like the steamy dawn of a summer morning.

The sky displaying the kind of intense blue that comes only in summer.

 

summer fields in countryside

 

It is fun, simple, to head down the road in front of us on a beautiful day like this.

The fringe of someone else’s story beckons to us from the roadside.

Curiosity piqued, we get sidetracked.

We risk letting their hurdles, their unique challenges slow our ride.

Your life story is a gift, and it should be treated as such- Emily V. Gordon

 

abandoned farm in country

 

Now cautious, wondering if we too might face unexpected dramas.

Things that might stop our journey altogether.

Instead, let’s look closely at their story, but remember that it’s not ours.

 

abandoned barn in country

 

We have the opportunity to live our own story, right now!

Enjoying, celebrating, the small and grand successes of our peers.

Growing in empathy for their struggles.

 

abandoned road in country

 

Our job isn’t to assess someone else’s journey.

Friends, too often we stop and compare our journey to those around us. Those further along, who seem to have “it” already.

Forgetting that their highway seems freshly paved now, but that they traveled on roads growing weeds that threatened to choke out their dreams.

Where the pages of their story are charred with an experience we know nothing about.

 

vintage newspaper clippings

 

Comparison is the thief of joy.— Theodore Roosevelt

 

huge tree along old country lane

 

How we waste time on comparison.

I am no stranger to it myself.

Not today.

I am exploring and taking the parts that seem useful and leaving the rest behind.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’- Erma Bombeck

 

abandoned farm

 

I am participating in my own journey, refusing the ignorance of seeing the bigger picture of my peers.

Hopefully, you’ll see me in the same light.

A fellow traveler, not there yet, and also not where I began.

We do not remember days, we remember moments- Cesare Pavese

 

Writing the story of your life one day at a time

 

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