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What Is Your Suck?

6 May
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Do you think your life sucks?

“My life sucks.”

It annoys the crap out of me when people say it or post it.

Really. Your entire life, every moment from the day you were born has sucked? Can anyone on this planet say that their entire life sucks? Moments, yes. Days? Perhaps, but not all 24 hours in a row. But an entire life of suck?

Surely there are some bright moments in the darkest of days. We may have to dig for them, but they are there.What if the worst moment or period of your life, was actually the best thing that ever happened to you?

That horrible relationship that made you stronger and no longer a victim and advocate for others with no voice.

That devastating loss of a loved one that spurred a movement that saves the life of others.

The loss of your limb that resulted in your new status as an international para Olympic athlete.

That car accident that left you scarred for life but introduced you to a side of humanity you never would have discovered if it never happened.

The job that you hated so much that drove you to discover your true passions and sparked your incredible journey of self-acceptance and discovery.

I look back at the more painful moments in my life, and I have to be grateful as they were part of who I am today.

I and many other people think I am awesome. I couldn’t be as awesome without that crap happening to me. Like manure to plants, so is the crap of life. It enriches you. Makes you more beautiful and stronger.

The next time you say your life sucks. Think about it. Does it really? I doubt it.

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Death. The Gift That Keeps On Giving.

1 Feb

Death is a gift.I was 19 when my mom died of cancer. It was certainly my saddest day ever. I could say that it was my worst day, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t a mama’s girl (nor a daddy’s girl after the age of 4 but that’s another post), but she was my best friend.

Was her death my worst day…or was it hers?

She was the one who couldn’t see her children experience the life milestones of finishing high school, falling in love, getting married or starting families of their own.

She was the one who had to leave the love of her life behind to take care of his kids that he was too busy to spend time with.

She was the one that had to endure the pain and discomfort of cancer, radiation and chemotherapy for four years.

She was the one that didn’t get a chance to grow old and swap menopause stories with her sisters or brag about her kids to her brother.

She’s the one that didn’t get chance to live in the first house that my dad bought for them to live in, anticipating an empty nest.

Was her death was my worst day…or was it hers?

She got to see her daughter finish high school. She got to see her son excel in wrestling on a national level. She got to travel to Africa with her family. She lived a comfortable life with many caring and dear friends surrounding her. She had a loving caring husband who taught her kids uncouth habits like burping and stealth farting.

While she lived, she lived.

The best way for me to move on was to live my life using all the lessons, lectures and love that she shared with me during her lifetime. I really should have paid closer attention and learned how to make her Clap Roti, which to this day I have had none that can compare.

I also learned from her mistakes and weaknesses. Her lessons have become my lessons, and a catalyst for the lifestyle and joy filled path I have chosen.

For those who suffer, death is a gift to be free of the pain, be it physical or otherwise.

For the living, it’s a little harder, and takes some time for a number of us to take the good that can come from it.

What if she had lived? Would I have been as independent as I am now? Would I be as resourceful? Would we even be close, or would we have had a falling out because of my tense relationship with my father? Who knows.

All I know is that I was lucky to have her. Her grace, her poise, her gentleness are traits I can strive for, as she demonstrated that for me. That is her gift to me.

Thanks for living. Thanks for dying. Thanks for watching over me.

Thanks for your gifts.

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