Chris and I were friends for what seemed like forever. He was my brother from another mother, I kept him grounded, he kept me sane. His mother Val was one of my Mother’s best friends growing up so it was no surprise that she was chosen to be my one Godmothers and no surprise that Chris would turn out to be like a brother to me, we knew each other from the womb. Our free spirits made us inseparable, we shared many adventures he was my Crusoe and I was his Friday.
“Unhappy memories are persistent. They’re specific, and it’s the details that refuse to leave us alone. Though a happy memory may stay with you just as long as one that makes you miserable, what you remember softens over time. What you recall is simply that you were happy, not necessarily the individual moments that brought about your joy.
But the memory of something painful does just the opposite. It retains its original shape, all bony fingers and pointy elbows. Every time it returns, you get a quick poke in the eye or jab in the stomach. The memory of being unhappy has the power to hurt us long after the fact. We feel the injury anew each and every time we think of it.” ― Cameron Dokey
When you are in difficulties, look upon the overcoming of them as a great adventure. Resist the temptation to be tragic, to give way to self-pity or discouragement; and approach the problems as though you were an explorer seeking a path through Darkest Africa, or an Edison working to overcome difficulties in connection with a new invention. You know that there is a way out of any difficulty whatever, no matter what it may be, through the changing of your own consciousness by prayer. You know that by thus raising your consciousness any conceivable form of good that you can desire will be yours; and you know that nobody else can by any means hinder you from doing this when you really want to do it – relatives, customers, employers, the government, bad times, so called – nothing can hinder you from the rebuilding of your own consciousness – and this rebuilding is the Great Adventure. ~Emmet Fox
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.” ~T.S. Eliot,
2020 has finally expired, no doubt people around the world held their breath as the old year rolled out and the New Year rolled in. 2020 was a difficult year for everyone, some of us faced disappointments, loss, near misses and all of us, whether directly or indirectly lives was touched by COVID. With the old year behind us, we should all face the new year with clear and honest resolutions to make the each moment count.