Writing Keeps me Sane



I don't know what I would do without it. Since I know that you're dying to hear the rest of my letter, I will oblige and post. (Hears the thunderous applause in the background.)

Part V: Don’t Live Life with Regrets and Fears

As I mentioned earlier, don’t not do something because you’re afraid to do it or afraid of the outcome. If you do, you’ll always wonder what it would have been like. My philosophy is to live each day to the fullest. Learn to live more, laugh more, and love more along the way. You never know who you might bump into on your journey that might need that “push” like you did to face your fears.

Part VI: Be an Inspiration

Whether you like it or not, people are always watching you. You get to choose whether or not you are a good or bad influence on other people. I didn’t get to choose my life or what obstacles came with it, but I have chosen to be an inspiration. I try my best to smile at people in pain because you never know who’s having a bad day! Don’t get me wrong, have my good days and bad days, too. It’s not so much about what you’re going through as how you handle it. I have to rely on God’s grace because without him I wouldn’t be alive today.

These past few months have been very trying for me. But, I was reminded that there IS light at the end of the tunnel. I was reading a story about a woman who has Crohns(for those of you who don't know what that is, it is a very painful disease that affects your small and large intestine. She has to take lots of medicine, and we all know everything has its drawbacks. I know you may be thinking, Has she had this her entire life? The answer is, "No." I was reminded that no matter how bad I feel, I can't quit. Even if my story doesn't help but one person, it's worth it. So, as I head into the "homestretch" of this week, I feel rejuvenated. Enjoy this!

Comments

BK said…
:-) Love this post!!!
1:37 AM
Trae said…
Wow, i really enjoyed reading your post. It's really cool that you have something like writing. I hope you will keep on writing.
12:14 PM
BK said…
You've been boo-ed! Check out my page for more information. Happy boo-ing!!!
1:37 PM
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