I was cleaning out my desk this week and found an array of journals. I journaled a lot through the years, but only when life is rough and has me down. When life is good I don't bother. It got me wondering...
Some day when I'm gone my children are going to read these. They're going to think - wow she didn't like life or she had it bad. The truth of the matter is - I'm blessed on so many levels. I have three wonderful, healthy children. A beautiful grand daughter and a husband who cherishes the ground I walk on. I wouldn't change my life - except parts of the last month.
Yes, I've left behind an evil ex husband. Yes, I suffered a horrible loss recently. I've had a few major flare-ups with my Crohns and have been on death's door, but I've survived. I'm a survivor and if anything I want my children to see that no matter how hard things seem, you can get through it.
The counselor from the hospital suggested I journal my way through my grief and I am. It will make me stronger in the end, this I know. I also realized how short life can be. I want my children to read about the positive things too, so I'm going to try to incorporate those too. I want to leave behind good memories.
That's my food for thought for the day! :) Hope you have a wonderful Thursday.