Today was another one of those impossibly gorgeous spring days that found me flying down my beloved River Road under a canopy of trees with their budding leaves that allowed the bright sunshine to stream through sporadically. I had the windows rolled down and the music turned up, and every song that popped up on the radio was one of my favorites. When I was singing along to U2’s “In God’s Country”, a song that always reminds me of Kentucky, I felt tears begin to pool in my eyes, even though I was smiling broadly. They were happy tears.
As I continued to drive along, the tears slowly and silently rolled down my cheeks, but the smile remained. The tears did not feel out-of-place, and neither did my smile. They peacefully coexisted, and they were welcome companions on my Sunday drive. In the past, whenever I have felt such pure joy, it has been in response to someone or something in my life, but not today. No, today, I found myself happy and content simply because I continue to make the daily choice to be happy with who I am and with what I have. I am perfectly flawed, as is my life, and finally, I have come to both understand and accept that life is good, as am I.
I continue to work on changing myself and the world one day at a time, and while some days are better than others, more and more, I take things as they come and make the most of them. Instead of searching for people and things to complete my life, I welcome people and things into my life that complement my life. There is a difference, and one that I finally have learned. With knowledge comes both power and freedom that is far more blissful than ignorance.
That’s another story . . .
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