Sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes you sit in front of the key board and try to think of what you want to write about. Sometimes, nothing comes to mind. Sometimes...

Thus, Gentle Reader I began my day here. Then I asked what does it all mean? In the end we all die right? In the end as they say "...From dust we came and to dust we shall return..." I ask what does it matter then how we live our lives. Why try so hard? I think I can shed some light on that...

A little over a year ago I think...I feel that I was staring death in the eye. I was very overweight, I wasn't eating well and on top of everything I'm a diabetic. I didn't move well, I didn't really want to move. I hurt all the time. I was sad. What was there really to live for? I'll tell you what I did. I looked at my wife and my children. I knew they wanted me around for as long as possible. I looked around and realized that I hadn't done a lot of things I want to do before I leave this plane of existence. I started making a list, really two lists. What I had done and what I wanted to do. Guess what folks? The done column was a lot shorter than the want to do list. I knew that this wasn't going to be a proverbial walk in the park, I knew I would need support. I found a program that I thought I could do, I brought on my family and friends to be my cheerleaders and yes at times you have to as them to cheer. It was what motivated me in the beginning. You need to know what you need to succeed. Then ask for what you need. It ISN'T the responsibility of your support group to know what you want, you need to let them know. Then if they don't give you what you need, find a different support group. This is for you and, yes, this time it IS about you.

Sometimes you have to know what you want. Sometimes you have to tell others what you need. Sometimes it IS about you. Sometimes...

Until next time Gentle Reader,

Jaxion Rebel