If I were to be honest, I never knew a life like mine existed. I’m still trying to grasp it.

I don’t think I could even imagine the love and ease I have now. I don’t think it was part of my vocabulary, or my understanding of the world. I was just talking the other day with someone about the fact that all you know is all you know. If your experience of the world doesn’t include something, then it doesn’t really enter your consciousness. You don’t even know you’re missing it if it’s something you’ve never had, or seen.

The love within my family – not part of my worldview. The joy of mothering my children – not expected. Not known. The ease and pleasure and blessings of my life – let’s just say life like this didn’t exist on 2nd Avenue. The flowers in my yard, my beloved side porch, my friends whom I adore, the trips and pleasures and experiences? Beyond my wildest dreams.

I call this out not to brag. I honestly hate to brag. I call it out to remember, to savor, to bask. I call it out to remind myself – when the demons raise their terrifying heads – that I’m okay, and that I’m blessed. Beyond my wildest dreams.

And what do I do with this? What must I do with this? Enjoy it and bask in it. Appreciate it and savor it. Feel the wind on my skin and the love in my heart.

And pass it on to others. Give and do all I can that everyone may be blessed beyond their wildest dreams. And that they may realize it and bask in it as well.

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