It had been such a quiet, sad afternoon.

Too much going on in the world that scared or depressed everyone. Too many moments where there's no control, no sense of accomplishment. no inspiration for tomorrow.

I try never to wallow in any negativity for longer than the power of 3 permits. Nor do I ever advocate mulling over the past, since while you're doing that, your present goes unnoticed & your future-unattended.

But that day, I was exhausted & overwhelmed. I simply didn't have my usual get up & go. I suddenly skidded to a halt & found myself incapable of breathing life into anything.

I can't remember the last time this happened to me, since I am ever-grateful for what I have. Generally confident in my accomplishments, & usually optimistic & enthusiastic about my future.

I was so depleted, I just couldn't muster my everyday up-to-snuff energy, metally or physically. I guess the daily upheaval has worn us all down to the barest of survival responses.

So I gave in, looking for a bit of respite, & sat down with my photo album & a glass of wine. I started slowly turning the pages, & as I did, my spirits immediately began to lift. With each image came a funny memory, a confident triumph, a passionate love, or a creative accomplishment. Even the sad memories of difficulties & losses left gifts by the door in my memories.

I felt as if I was actually breathing more deeply & feeling better than I had for awhile. The simple act...Read More
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