Never let your king fall over

Paul Brown once said, if you win say nothing. If you lose, say less.

I have found this to be true, with everything in life. The most profound experiences I’ve had, I do not utter a word about. When we are young, we feel obligated to tell everyone everything! As we get older we learn that, sometimes it is best not to say anything at all.

We should have learned this at an early age. When playing a board game with someone, if you win, you don’t brag and show off. If you lose, you do not throw a temper tantrum. Your parents tell you not to be a sore loser. Why do we seem to forget this simple idea later in life? Sometimes in life you lose. You do not throw a temper tantrum. Sometimes in life you win. You don’t always have to share with people how awesome you are for winning.

I have often heard people compare life to the game of chess. I disagree. In chess, whether you win or lose, you shake your opponent’s hand and say, good game. Life is not like that. In chess, when you lose oh, you knock your king over. In life, when you truly have a conviction, nothing will make you knock it over. So life is not like a game of chess. But maybe it should be. Maybe whether you win or lose, you should just say, good games. You should just be grateful for the experience. Win or lose, it is manners and etiquette and the way you deal with the situation that matters.

Win or lose, I have learned that silence is golden. Some things are meant to be left up to that internal dialogue in your head. Leave it there! Remember the simple things you learned when you were a child. As an adult, sometimes we all just need to be quiet. But that does not mean, you should ever knock your king down. Always let your convictions stand strong. But sometimes, don’t be so loud about it.

Coincidentally

I have my gratitude back in my attitude. I knew it would not take too long

I went outside, like I always do. I like to get a little Vitamin D from the natural source when I can. I started thinking about those 10 minutes when I was dead. And the experience I had. And I became so grateful for the entities that help send me back to this Earthly plane. Whatever they were. Whoever that was with his thunderous voice, praying over me oh, I am so very grateful.

I thought all of this with my eyes closed and felt the Cool Breeze on my face. So thankful that I was brought back and I can feel the breeze. When I opened my eyes, there was a butterfly flying around me! Yes I know, this could just be a coincidence. But I have just experienced too many coincidences to be a coincidences.

So in conclusion, I have gratitude back in my attitude. I lost it a little bit yesterday, but that’s the great thing about a new day. You can always change things around! So have a great day, my friends. And remember to carpe diem. Enjoy those little coincidences, that just might after all not be so coincidental.

The best

Do you know that song, anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you. No you can’t. Yes I can… Excetera excetera excetera

I feel the exact opposite today. I cannot do anything you can do. I will never walk again with a cane. I am lucky just to be walking with a walker around my house. And I am also grateful. And I should be all so grateful. But sometimes… I am not that grateful. I am just jealous. I am jealous of you. I don’t even know you, but I am jealous of you.

In life, you should strive to be the best you you can be. But what if the best you, is a disabled woman who is lucky to have healthy arms. I can’t be the best me when I don’t have legs that work. And I’m deeply struggling with having gratitude in my attitude. Which is really strange for me, because I am an extremely positive person! You truly don’t get much happier than me. Until today. Why can’t I make this jealousy go away?

I know, I know, someone always has it worse. Someone out there is struggling with serious issues. I know, I know, so why am I feeling this terrible Green Monster?! Life is, what it is, and I just have to accept that. I have always struggled with acceptance. Especially when it comes to my disability. Because all any of us really want, is to be like everyone else. It’s funny, when you are a teenager, all you want is to be different. To stand out from the crowd. At my age now, all I want is to be like everyone else.

But I’m not like everyone else. I am in a wheelchair. And apparently, that alone should make me happy. I am alive. I am relatively safe and happy and healthy. But I have so much jealousy and frustration in my heart right now oh, and I simply don’t know what to do with it.

This is a completely pointless blog. I am just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. And putting it out into the void. Into that vast space of nothingness. Hoping that it will mean something. Knowing that it will not. What do you do when you have days like this? Do you sit and feel sorry for yourself? Do you Ponder? Or do you go on WordPress and write it down, hoping that just perhaps for a second things will be all right.