We all have an internal GPS that guides and directs us on the path of right vs wrong. Which is “right” for us sometimes remains to be seen. To be seen after the fact or after a success or failure. Failure is relative really. If you fail at least you have had enough gumption to get up and try and “do.”
Society has set standards. Our circles we travel in have set standards. What are our own? What is our barometer? Our guidance? How often do we simply follow the crowd without really deciding for ourselves where or what we want to be?
Robert Frost wrote in 1916, appropriately 100 years ago a poem titled “The Road Not Taken.” There are many different opinions on the internet about the meaning of this poem. How it was written. What message it is suppose to send.
Are you a crowd follower or do you search out your own path? Your own journey. Do you walk it alone or in the company of others? Do you find yourself walking the same path expecting to see different scenery or do you just enjoy the familiarity and comfort of knowing what to expect – whether that outcome is good or bad?
I challenge you to take a road less traveled. Walk a path you have not yet experienced. Look around you. Yes, look left and look right as an observation of where you have been and then look forward to where you are going. Nowhere in this statement was a reference to looking back. The sun shines above and around you, the horizon ahead is bright and beautiful to behold. You are the one in charge of the direction. Be your own navigation system…. do what works for you. Be in charge of your own input. Change direction if you need and when traveling off that beaten path enjoy the ride.
#BeWhoUr #chooseyou #
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Learning about the “Love Cushion” and learning to fluff our own.
I coined this phrase over the summer of 2014 during some moment in time while I was in deep thought. The Love Cushion is a concept really…
With this concept of the Love Cushion comes this explanation….
We can get through ANYTHING in life as long as we have a fluffy love cushion. Our love cushion is made up of our friends, family, animals and basically what makes us happy.
Sometimes in life, through no control of our own – we loose parts of our cushioning and we find ourselves vulnerable to heartache and despair. It’s then when it is so important to reach around you to the cushioning that you DO have left. Your support system. It’s also important not to wear out that support system with needless cries for help. As we grow – we grow in and out of relationships. It’s important to find a happy medium with the fluffy.
When my mom died – I realized she and the family she held glued together was a huge part of my fluffy. I spent a huge amount of time not only grieving her, but grieving all that she held together. The gatherings, the news, the communication, the community – the LOVE. I realized that, although I had so much of this in my own immediate family, she held a huge part of it in the palm of her hand . And the day she died, it did too.
I cannot imagine being an orphan, yet this is how I felt. I know my experience is no where near that of an orphan. I just don’t know how else to explain it. What I learned was that even though I had my own family, there was such a void where mom’s extended communications had dried up – and so I started to make my own.
This is not something that is done overnight. Mom was 78 when she died. At her service we estimated over 1200-1400 were in attendence. You don’t touch that many people over night. She had spent a lifetime of fluffing her own “Love Cushion.” Her glass overflowed. I realized in order to fill my own void, I had to come out of my own shell… I’ve often thought I was a introvert. The more I think about it, I am not sure. Maybe a introvert with tendencies of extravertedness. I love being around and with people – but I need the time to be alone and recharge. I love the quiet time. I do very well with the quiet time.
So back to this theory of mine and the Love Cushion.
Overall — we need to build around us those whom we love, those who love US and do it in multiples. We need to be selfish to a degree – and do this in a manner that is good for us. If we are in an environment which is constantly requiring us to remove our own fluff – we need to acknowledge that it may not be a good “fluff” for us – and move away from it. If we are constantly being drained or saddened by our environment – We need to change it. We need to look for new horizons. We need to look for the good in everyday.
As our love cushion starts to get flat – noncomforting. It needs to be fluffed. We fluff it by phone calls, letters, visits, cards. Smiles. Time. Time – something that we all seem to have so little of is probably one of the most important things that can be given… Don’t give up your core self. In giving – and the good feeling it gives – we sometimes get caught in that and want to give it all. Find balance in the gift. Be True to the things that make you happy. If it’s not fun – and you are not happy doing it – then why are you in that space? It’s up to you to carve out your own happiness and decide exactly what you want out of your life. Being happy is a choice.
#payitforward #lovecushion #bewhoUare #chooseyou #lovewins #itssofluffy #freewill
Five things you didn’t know about Breast Cancer, Stage 0
1. That it exists.
2. That the treatment is the same as if it were a Stage 1, which means radiation, and sometimes chemotherapy.
3. Sometimes a mastectomy needs to be performed.
4. A routine mammogram can detect it.
5. It’s called DCIS (Ductal Carcinoma in Situ of the Breast)
Read about my personal journey here in the Fall of 2014 to discover more.
The medical side of DCIS can be read about here.