We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Finding the Meaning and Seeking Happiness
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We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
We had a 'flu bug' or something akin to that at in my retirement community abode this month. It is pretty much gone now, but when you are in your 90s, the effects can last long.
My term as president of the resident council here is over Jan.1; I am not unhappy. It was a good run and I enjoyed it very much, but it was a great responsibility and I'm ready to concentrate on my writing.
Last month a magazine bought one of my blog posts about MS. This was a surprise and quite humbling. I expected it to appear in the Jan. issue, but it was in the Dec. issue, so I didn't really get a chance to give it the proper promotion. The editor says there may be a next time, so I will be on the ball then. While I have been often, over the years, contacted by drug companies and medical devices to allow them to advertise on my blog, I have turned that down and will continue to do so. Big Pharma and I are not friends, in fact I told off one rep.big time, he said, "I read your blog often and..." so I had to counter that if he had IN FACT done so he would KNOW I would have no interest in his money for my blog space. I am very experienced in saying, "Go to Hell," in a nice way. (I must have some Southern Belle in me.)
Writing about MS has become a responsibility. But, I am, as they say, torn between two lovers, my blog and my book. Anything published before the book, is good for my street cred, so I must begin my balancing act. If my finger holds up, well, we shall see.
Christmas is a responsibility, the holidays, whichever you celebrate or if you celebrate none---a responsibility if taken seriously. Rip away the decorations, the symbols, the credit card debt, the greeting cards, the food, and somewhere in there is the true meaning (as Linus would tell you), which we all must find and emphasize. THAT is the goal of a happy holiday---finding its purpose, filling your life with its meaning and intent.
Reflection is more important to me than celebration. When crowds are cheering the end of a war, I am reflecting. There is responsibility in reflection, one must question, seek truth, act on the path ahead.
Many dicker about which holiday to speak of, which holiday will be theirs, exactly how others should act---I am a practicing inclusionist, and that is the greatest balancing act around. But have I something better to do? Am I so important that I can't take the time required to seek such balance? My answer is no. In fact, I believe it is my mission as a human being. We are a world of many different minds, thoughts, beliefs and I wouldn't want it any other way.
My wish is that everyone would slow down, seek truth, enjoy the journey with others, and in so doing will find where happiness lives. Then, proceed there as best you can.
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