To say the Road of Life is bumpy might be the understatement of the year.
For me personally, the last two years have been like one of those back roads that are so full of twists, turns, and potholes that you swear you will never take that route again. And it brought a level of stress that is new to me. If we could harness the twitch over my left eye we would have a new form of clean energy. My ego is grateful that it is not apparent when looking at me.
Yesterday’s “bump in the road”—a woman ran a red light and hit my car in a very busy intersection near my home—left me with a headache and has made me acutely aware of how our time on this planet is often not in our control, no matter how many organic vegetables we consume.
The time we spend here is often taken for granted and death can be not just a loss but a shiny reflective mirror. Not only reminding us that we are mortal but it also can bring up questions. The passing of one of my best friends helped motivate me to get to get my act together. Literally and figuratively. “You better get to that stuff while you are still able” is what all the voices in my head were screaming in unison. I swear there is only one (at a time) but I like the idea of a Greek chorus. While my friend was fighting the cancer that did him in he heard my very first recording. I will always remember the unique look on his face that said s
