Over the years, I have come to see that our thoughts do affect our lives. When I’m feeling defeated and depressed I have no energy to focus on the things that will improve my situation. I mope, lie around, and feel sorry for myself –often blaming others, and yes even God, for my predicament, when I’m truth, I’m to blame. These are the times my health, my relationships, and my energy falter. Only by pulling myself out of the funk and negativity will I become empowered again.
The old adage “seek and ye shall find” remains as true as ever. If you look for proof that achieving big goals, big dreams and living a life of excitement and success is possible… you will find it.
However, if you look for proof that life is difficult, big goals are impossible to achieve and success is reserved only for a select few…you will surely find that as well.
There’s nothing more empowering than coming to the realization that you can have, do and be anything you want!
The problem for most people is they don’t believe it is possible for them.
I am a writer.
I am an author.
It doesn’t matter which title you give me, I’m excited to be in either category. Frankly, I never dreamed I’d be writing stories and books as a career. Although, I have always enjoyed reading, I would occasionally try my hand at creating a short poem, or a snippet of a scene for a story. My passion has always been painting. I enjoy taming the wild properties of watercolors: mixing colors without them getting ‟muddy,” controlling the drips of too wet paint, and developing light or dark areas where I want on the picture.
So, how did I become a writer? From an innocent comment in an email.
I’ve been struggling with a lot of RA pain lately because of not being able to take my Enbrel shot for the last four weeks. I’ve had some sores that wouldn’t heal and needed targeted care from the wound clinic. Enbrel suppresses the immune system and can slow down the healing process. I wrote the following poem a few months ago, reading it again helped me put my current situation in prospective.
Some of you may remember reading it on another blog, but I thought it might be time to repost it for my new readers. (Besides, that blog no longer exists.