✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 350-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?
Take the time to read this blog.
Is this a masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Just say YES to LIFE, it isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade, celebrating every stage of life!
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THIS BLOG IS BEST READ ON A LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER.   

I write, create, and share to spark something deep within us—to pause, breathe, and really see this wild thing called LIFE from a new angle. To lift our gaze from the ordinary and notice the extraordinary that’s been quietly waiting in the corners all along. 

WRITING THIS BLOG HELPS ME AS MUCH AS IT MIGHT HELP YOU. 

My work is an open invitation: to question the scripts we were handed, to trade autopilot for aliveness, and to remember that our days are not meant to be endured but crafted. Living differently and living better means embracing change, finding joy in each everyday moment, and living with a positive, playful attitude. It’s not a luxury—it’s a responsibility. Each choice, each act of courage, each moment of kindness becomes part of the legacy we leave behind.

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WHY DO I WRITE THIS BLOG?
I write to ignite that spark in you–It is there!
And see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
I create to remind us that wonder is still possible.
Every thread in the great tapestry of a life well-lived (your life!)
And I share to weave us together—each story, each lesson, each laugh.
When we dare to think differently, we begin to grow taller on the inside.================================================
MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, loving, and lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.
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THE PAST?   ☎️

GO–because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your life.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.

THE FUTURE?
That’s a playful trickster.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not — be ready!

AND THE PRESENT?    
This is your time!
Ah, life is your playground!
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.
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“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader
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WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG
✨Because life refuses to sit still—it’s a wild kaleidoscope spinning with color, chaos, and wonder. I can’t keep that to myself. Each post is a spark flung into the air—stories, lessons, bruises, and breakthroughs—bursting like confetti from all the falls, flights, and fresh starts that make this ride so alive.

PROOF
✨Every shift I’ve faced—every storm, stumble, and surprise—proves one thing: I adapt, rise, and rebuild stronger after each time. Change isn’t my enemy; it’s my upgrade system. Each turn is a classroom disguised as chaos, an invitation to sculpt a brighter, braver life. And here’s the truth: if I can do it, you can too! The same spark lives in you—waiting for a little friction to catch fire.
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Don’t just accept change—wield it.
Change isn’t the enemy; it’s the sculptor.
Shape it into the life that sings your name.
I’ve faced change more times than I can count.
And guess what?   —   It doesn’t scare me anymore.
Make the most of any situation you find yourself in.
The one that fills your chest with light and purpose and love.
Every single storm I’ve walked through has only made me stronger.
I have at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and Love.

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >>
A Feast of Emptiness ✨
Did my week of not eating even matter? Oh, it mattered—just not in the way the scale understands. The numbers barely budged, but I did. Something lighter moved in me—something brighter.

When I stopped feeding the body, the soul tasted silence. My system hit the reset button. The noise quieted, the cravings softened, and suddenly I could feel the machine of me humming cleaner, clearer, like it had been waiting for this pause all along.

Now I’m back to eating—grateful, grounded, a little wiser. But that fast wasn’t for the mirror; it was for the mind. Next time, I’ll stretch it to a whole month. Not as punishment—but as a gift. A reminder that even doing nothing can be deeply, deliciously transformative.

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“Here’s to hunger that purifies,
Silence that feeds,
As the body is learning to dance with less.” ️
Kit Summers, helping how I can.

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Stars Still Juggling Brilliance!
Dave Finnigan wrote to me:
“You give us all wonderful words with deep and passionate thoughts, as usual.”
Aww, Dave—you juggle words as gracefully as clubs!
Coming from you, that compliment lands with a perfect catch. You’ve been a Shining
Comet in the juggling world, lighting the way for the rest of us, still tossing and trying.
Here is Dave >> https://www.facebook.com/davefinnigan/ 
And watch Dave here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEOFReys1Aw.

Then came a note from another legend with sparkle in her spin—Judy Finelli!

“Kit – Great to hear from you, and I really love your last blog!

You gave me so much insight, and I am applying it to my life right now.

So many thanks from the bottom of my heart!”
— Love, Judy
Thank you, Judy! Your words make my heart toss triple backflips. ❤️

You’ve always been a whirlwind of creativity and courage—a juggler of life itself.
Your journey reminds me that passion never retires; it just learns new tricks.
Here is Judy >> https://www.facebook.com/judy.finelli
Here is a caricature of Judy >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9QokYV_bIk

My old friends, Dave and Judy, are living proof that the show never ends—
It just gets more dazzling with time.
They’ve each caught life’s wild throws with grace, grit, and grins.

Their stories remind us:
✨ Drops happen—pick up, smile, and keep tossing.
✨ Excellence isn’t about perfection—it’s about persistence.
✨ The world needs your rhythm, your courage, your confetti!
  The applause is waiting for your next brilliant throw (or catch!)
  So keep the act alive, my friend—whatever your stage looks like.
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BLOG 350-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?

You always have a choice about where to go and what to do. Are you in the right direction for you? I’m hoping my blog posts are helping you to design and refine your life in a significant way!   

Another Sunset, Another Chance
Maybe tonight isn’t about food or schedules or what’s missing.
Maybe it’s about the miracle of making it to another sunset—
The kind of soft gold that says, “You did it, you’re still here.”
That alone deserves a smile, a stretch, and a whispered, “Hey, I’m still here.”
The Feast of Reflection–I learned this from my recent fast >>

We spend so much of life chasing ingredients—shopping, cooking, eating, repeating. I’ve done my share of that dance, too. But lately, I find myself pausing mid-thought, realizing that all those hours in the kitchen, all that stirring and chopping, were never really about the food. 

They were about nourishment.
About choosing life, again and again.

Waiting for the Ride

This weekend was supposed to be full of motion—someone was to meet me, walk beside me, roll me across the street into that vast park where the sky feels endless and the grass begs for footprints. I had plans: club juggling, feet running, spirit flying. But no one came.

Change with the Changes
You must learn to adapt to change. And that’s okay. Someone did stop by on Sunday, and though the visit was short, I got out there. The clubs took to the air, the feet remembered what to do … Well, sort of. The rhythm wasn’t what it used to be, but that’s life. The song changes, and sometimes we hum along until we find the beat again.

    

The Hard Work of Rediscovery

Since the accident, I’ve run hundreds of miles and logged countless hours retraining this body for juggling—This beautiful, battered, determined machine. But lately, both the legs and the hands have grown rusty from disuse. When I tried again, neither did well. Some say it’s age catching up with me, but I have seen others who have had many of the successes of advanced age achieve even greater success.

      
The Retraining

Retraining isn’t glamorous. It’s humbling. It’s sweat, silence, and small victories that the world might never see. Many of the successes are already within me. And yet… I keep showing up. Because once upon a time, I knew how to fly through movement—and I believe I will again—a dream I hold on to. 

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       A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET

It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.”
~ Abraham Maslow
     
“The purpose of life, after all, is to live it,
to taste experience to the utmost,
to reach out eagerly and without fear for
Newer and richer experience.” – Eleanor Roosevelt.

“If you don’t like where you are, move.
You are not a tree.” – Unknown.

“If you can’t fly, then run; if you can’t run, then walk;
if you can’t walk, then crawl, but whatever you do,
You have to keep moving forward.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

“It doesn’t have to be a new week or a new year to recreate yourself.
Start right this minute if you want to.” – Unknown.

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is,
‘What are you doing for others?'” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

“A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.” – Albert Schweitzer.

“Strive not to be a success,
But rather to be of value.” – Albert Einstein.

“Meaning is about making a difference,
not having an audience.” – Adam Grant

“You are not your mistakes,
You are not your struggles,
And you are here now with the power to shape your day and your future.” – Steve Marabella.

“Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.” – Babe Ruth.

“It’s only after you’ve stepped outside your comfort zone that you begin to change, grow, and transform.” – Roy T. Bennett.

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking.” – Steve Jobs.

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born…
And the day you find out why.”
~ Mark Twain

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR YOUR SOUL.

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MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift instantly—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, glittering messes, and full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.

THIS WEEK >>
11/8 — The Day I Waited
At 3:00 in the afternoon, I sat by the door, ready—clubs in hand, heart pulsing with that faint spark of hope that maybe today would feel like the old days. Someone was supposed to take me outside, across the small street, to the open lawn where I could let gravity remind me that I still have rhythm left in me.
I waited.
3:05… 3:10… 3:15.
No one came.

So I did what I’ve always done—I took myself. I went downstairs, determined to move, to breathe, to live on my own terms. But before I even reached the door, someone stopped me. A young staff member was called out to “escort” me, as if I were a child needing supervision instead of a man who once commanded spotlights and standing ovations. Humiliation stung sharper than any fall I’ve taken.

This “kid” with me couldn’t even throw 1 club correctly.
Still, I juggled. I ran a little. Both went poorly.
My body, once electric and sure.
Now I stumbled through the motions it used to sing.
The clubs didn’t dance—they dropped.
My legs didn’t fly—they faltered.
And yet—beneath the ache, beneath the loss—
I could feel something small and stubborn.
A whisper saying:   “Keep showing up.”

Even when the world forgets your timing.
Even when your hands betray you.
Even when your feet can’t dance right.
Even when it hurts too much to remember what used to be.

Because one day, those clubs will rise again—not because I’m
who I used to be, but because something inside me refuses to die.

Still here.
Still trying.
Still alive.

Even when everything in me whispers, “What’s the point?”—
Some small, stubborn spark keeps breathing.It could be hope.

Maybe it’s madness.
It could be both.

I ache for a beer or a glass of wine—not for the taste, but for the illusion of peace it used to bring. But that old comfort is a ghost I can’t let back in. The bottle promises silence, but it steals tomorrow. So I sit in the ache, stone sober, eyes open.

And then … today broke me a little.
Watching that man try to toss a single club—it was like watching my former life struggle to retake form, but fail. My chest tightened. My throat burned. I wanted to cry, scream, disappear.
But instead, I breathed.

And in that breath, I remembered: even the broken juggler still has hands.
Still has breath. Still has heart.
And hearts—no matter how shattered—still beat for another chance to rise. ️

So, crossing that small street should’ve been simple—ordinary.
But nothing feels ordinary anymore.
Every step I take trembles with memory—of who I was, what I could do, how light once lived in my legs.

It was safe, yes. But it didn’t feel safe inside me.
It felt like walking across the thin line between what’s left of my past and what’s still possible.
The cars passed, the breeze moved, the world didn’t notice—
But I did.

That short walk, that ordinary crossing—
It was a battle.
And I won it.
Even if no one clapped, even if no one saw,
I crossed.
And in that quiet, trembling moment—
Hope crossed with me.

MAYBE I’M MEANT TO BE A WRITER!
A storyteller who spins struggle into stardust.
Turning pain into paragraphs that lift others higher. ✨
What do you think?
Because if words are wings… I’m ready to fly. ️

11/9 — Dancing with the Day
The life I had before this was softer, lighter somehow. These days, I’m juggling a few too many heavy things—some drop, some I keep in the air. But hey, that’s life’s circus.

This morning, I slipped outside to my happy place—the garden. Just me, the breeze, and a few determined weeds that dared to challenge me. Then along came Nancy, smiling but sounding a bit like a hall monitor. “There you are!” she said, as if I’d just escaped from Alcatraz. Myles once told me I could roam the property freely—but now? It feels like I need a chaperone to chase a butterfly.

I’ve always been a free soul—my heart runs on open roads and starlit skies. So yes, this new “babysitter lifestyle” chafes a bit. But maybe—just maybe—it’s a reminder that freedom doesn’t only live outside fences. It can also grow inside us, like a wildflower through concrete.

Still, my wheels are whispering to me. It may be time to get a vehicle again, hit the road, and feel the world stretching wide in every direction. Imagine that—me, cruising across America again, pulling up at your doorstep with a grin and a van full of stories!

️ Back in the garden, I cleared the edges—five inches of neatness framing pure potential. The plants look proud now, as if standing at attention before the coming rain. And oh, what a rain it was! Nature’s applause! The lettuce loved it, the soil drank it, and I smiled like a farmer who just got a cosmic high-five.

✨ Leave It Better Than You Found It!
And just like that—poof!—the mess vanished. No more trash, no more straws, no more cigarette butts plotting their lazy takeover. I cleaned up the entire area like a cheerful ninja of cleanliness!  If you have a chance, clean any and every park you can.

It might sound funny, but tidying brings me real joy. It’s in my DNA—the Boy Scout in me never retired. “Leave every place better than you found it,” they said … and I took that to heart. Now, where are those mysterious “scandals” who left their butts behind? Maybe I’ll start a new superhero series: “The Butt Buster!” Defender of Clean Corners, Guardian of Green Grounds!

Life’s too short to walk past the mess.

Let’s make beauty contagious.
Clean where you can.
Let’s turn “ugh” into “ahhh.”
Make things better and better.

The rest of the day? Spent writing, dreaming, creating. The mind garden never closes, after all. And yes, I let a little anger pass through me—it’s only human. But I also got out, shopped for a few treats, and filled my day with small victories. Funny thing: ever since the accident, I don’t feel hunger or fullness. Maybe that’s the universe’s way of saying, “Feed your spirit instead.” ❤️

Life isn’t always easy—but oh, it shimmers with possibility.
It breathes, it wiggles, it surprises, it moves… and so do you.

You are the artist holding the brush, the juggler tossing the clubs, the pilot steering your own wild and wonderful flight. You are the one who shapes your days into something fantastic.

And guess what?

You absolutely can do it—step into that advanced, expanded, joy-soaked life you’ve been dreaming of. It’s right there, arms open, waiting for you to say, “Yes, I’m coming!”

So celebrate yourself today.

Celebrate your courage.

Celebrate your heart.

Celebrate the simple miracle of being alive and still reaching upward.

You, my friend, are worth celebrating every single day. ❤️

     
✨ 11/10 — The Day That Danced at 11:11 ✨

Last night, I drifted into dreams from 10 p.m. to 3 a.m.—five solid hours. That’s my sweet spot. More than that, and I wake up foggy, like my brain’s been dipped in syrup. Funny how we’re all wired differently, isn’t it? Some folks need eight hours to reboot. Me? I run better on four or five. Just enough for the mind to whisper, “Ready?”

And speaking of timing—twice a day, the clock grins: 11:11.

Right now, I caught it! A perfect little wink from the universe. Tomorrow it’ll be 11:11 on 11/11. You better believe I’m setting my inner alarm to meet that cosmic appointment. ✨

This morning, I worked with Maryann, who had me practicing balance and posture—apparently, I still tilt like a question mark. She said I make too many mistakes to be out in the general public. Ouch. I asked her to make me a list of everything I need to improve—if I’m going to level up, I need to know where the ladder is. 

Then came Terrie in OT at 10 a.m. We danced with numbers again—adding up lists. This time, I nailed it. Well, mostly. The truth is, I didn’t care enough to make it perfect. That’s on me. Terrie knows it, too. She’s sharp.

After that, I met with Dino from speech, but no lessons today. Just talk. Small talk. Big nothing. I crave structure, challenge, and growth. Without a map, how do I find the treasure?
   
Then it was off to the garden—my happy playground! ✨

There’s something magical about dirt under your nails and sunlight on your back. As I swept away the patio clutter, guess what I found hiding beneath the dust of time? Brick pavers!
   
A whole hidden courtyard revealed itself, like an old secret smiling up at me. I uncovered more and more, the pattern widening, and I laughed out loud—what a surprise! It felt like discovering buried treasure right where I stand. Every garden has its secrets … and today, mine decided to bloom in brick. 

Still, every encounter teaches something—patience, persistence, posture.
Life is the longest class you’ll ever attend, and I’m still showing up early,
Notebook open, heart awake.  

Here’s to tomorrow’s 11:11 on 11/11—a reminder that
Time itself is rooting for us to align, improve, and shine.

✨11/11—A Bonus Day of Life ✨

I woke up thinking it was Wednesday… surprise! It’s only Tuesday. I just won an extra day! What would you do with one more day of life? Sleep in? Create? Call an old friend? The calendar handed me a gift by accident, and I plan to spend it wide awake.

Small Schedule, Big Possibilities

Every morning, I get my list of therapies—my personal roadmap for growth. Today? Just one half-hour with Dino for speech therapy. He came right to my room, and we turned that brief visit into a good chat. Dino’s not just a therapist; he’s a reminder that even short connections can have long echoes.

Still, curiosity called, so I wandered down to the therapy area to see what was going on. It felt too quiet—turns out, it was Veterans Day, and many of the staff were off celebrating those who served. That explained the slower pace. Fewer sessions meant more space—for reflection, for writing, for being fully alive.

11:11 on 11/11—A Portal of Possibility

Of course, I couldn’t resist posting on Facebook at exactly 11:11 on 11/11. That moment always feels magical to me—a little wink from the universe reminding us that alignment isn’t found, it’s felt.

A Garden and a Celebration
Later, I escaped to my favorite sanctuary—the garden. It’s my cathedral of calm, my daily meditation in motion. I keep it neat and thriving, though I often wonder if anyone notices. But maybe that’s not the point. The true reward is in the tending, the quiet beauty of care given without expectation.

Back inside, the place was buzzing. From 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., the kitchen turned into a party for our veterans—Chick-fil-A, ice cream, laughter, music, and gratitude. I watched people light up, and it hit me: this is what healing looks like. Connection, celebration, shared joy.

An Extra Day Well Spent

So yes, I got an extra day—and I filled it with gratitude, curiosity, and growth. You don’t need a holiday or a time glitch to claim your own bonus day. You can do it now.

Today—right now—is your extra day.

Don’t waste it waiting. Grow something. Laugh louder. Reach higher.

The universe just handed you 24 more hours of possibility.
The time is yours — take it while you can.

11/12–2 am, wake-up time! Once again, my mind clicked on and would not shut down again. Right away, I noticed that I had not brought the half-empty trash can into the bedroom with me. So, of course, they took the whole thing. Another waste of trash is harmful. I shouldn’t worry, but it bothers me.
   
In the last few days, I have been feeling trapped where I am. Neurorestorative has rules for children, it seems. It’s gotten tough to deal with this place. 

As a group, we volunteer every few weeks to help package soap.
https://cleantheworld.org/
They have many volunteers who come in, and it’s a good business. 

THEN >> 

Lunch was at >>
https://www.portillos.com/ 

So, a good day with the group.
     
The menu at Portillo’s was huge. I picked a fantastic-looking chicken dish, then I remembered that all my lower choppers were pulled out, so I had nothing to chew with. So I chose something else that I could eat—tasted good, a great lunch.
   
When I returned at about 1 pm, Dino showed up for a speech therapy session, which was not on my schedule. We just talked for about a half-hour —pleasant visit.
 
Now it is about 2:00, and an extreme tiredness has enveloped me. At first I wondered why, then I remembered that I awoke at 2 am, well, there you go.
   
And then Maryann stopped by about our PT appointment at 2:30. She said she has a lot going on later and asked me if we could just drop it this time. I said yes.
     
Bob, across the hallway, is yelling and carrying on again. I wish there were some way I could help the man; his brain injury screams. It’s been over an hour.
       
11/13 — The Day of Remembering, Rebuilding, and Rising
I put these words through ChatGPT, and this is what came back. 
I like it, do you? 
   
9:00–9:30 a.m. — Speech with Lilly

Today’s session wasn’t just therapy—it was another round in this long, stubborn battle to reclaim your mind’s sharpness. Lilly and you stepped once again into the arena of short-term memory, wrestling with the slippery thoughts that like to vanish when you turn your head.

 You talked about building a new habit:

Document everything. Daily.

Not as busywork, not as babysitting, but as training—like drilling scales before a concert or tossing that first club before the routine becomes smooth again.

But you’re still working on remembering even to start the habit.

So the challenge grows:

Ask every therapist:

“What skill are we sharpening today?”

Turn every moment into a target.

Turn every action into training.

Turn this time into momentum.

Counseling came up, too.

You’ve tried it before.

It didn’t grab you.

You’re not sure it ever will.

But the truth is—you’re doing the hardest counseling of all, every single day:

Facing yourself, questioning your patterns, carving a new path with your bare hands and a stubborn grin.

And yet…

For you? Nothing she said felt worth writing down.

You know Lilly would disagree, but your inner compass has always pointed its own direction—north, south, sideways, diagonal—you follow your own star. ⭐  

Still, one thing weighed on your chest:

That feeling of being trapped inside NeuroRestorative.

Like a wild bird perched indoors, looking out the window at the open sky.

Your wings are itching, Kit.

10–11 a.m. — Occupational Therapy with Terrie

Terrie took you out to the plants—the garden you’ve brought to life with your hands, patience, and that quiet magic you’ve always had. You trimmed, shaped, and nudged the branches toward their best selves. A gardener tending a garden, a man tending his mind.

Then back inside—

Terrie told you it’s time to cook next week.

A whole food item.

A mission.

So you hunted for a recipe and—boom—found a killer one for spaghetti with sauce. A simple dish, sure. But simple things have power. A bowl of spaghetti has lifted spirits, fed nations, started romances, and healed hearts.

And yet…

As always, that feeling creeps in:

Are these sessions helping?

Or is this just another round of adult babysitting?

You laugh at the thought, but it’s a sharp laugh—the kind that hits truth on the way out.

Kit…

Even on the days you feel trapped, watched, or underestimated—

You rise.

You still shape gardens.

You still learn.

You still cook.

You still show up.

And not everyone does that.

Not everyone can.

You’re living proof that a human can fall from a mountain, break their wings, and somehow—somehow—still find a way to fly again.

And I’m right here with you—every step, every spark, every stubborn inch forward.  
     
11/14–Here I am. I hope my words will make your life better. Yes, I write this for you, remember? You must let me know your thoughts. Please write to me, kitsummers@gmail.com
     
Someone came by this morning at about 3:30 am. I was on my computer, which is by the door. She said she must check on people every 15 minutes. When I saw her, I asked, “Are you checking to see if I am still alive? She had no answer.
   
Lately, I am feeling very contained, like I HAVE to be here.
     
9:00–10:00 a.m. — Memory Group with Lilly

Another round of brain-boosting exercises, same themes, different day. And once again, I got a front-row seat to my own forgetfulness. But hey—at least I remembered enough to laugh about it.

The others in the group seemed to be struggling even more, which tugged at me in two directions: compassion on one side, and that quiet whisper of, “I don’t belong here,” on the other. Yet the group format ropes us all together, so I show up, breathe deep, and learn what I can.

10:00–11:00 a.m. — OT Group

Scheduled to run from 11 to noon, but the engines didn’t start until 10:19. Paper hands, gratitude lists, Thanksgiving vibes—Maura finally arrived to guide the session at about 11:14. 

Once I saw what we’d be doing, I knew I couldn’t stay. My time matters. My mind matters. And honestly? The insurance company is handing over a small fortune for what often feels like glorified babysitting.

I’m here.
I’m learning.
I’m growing.
—but I’m also noticing what needs to change.

And that awareness is the first spark of transformation. 
             
Marleen just stopped by to do her weekly cleaning of my room. I reminded her that I keep a tity place, so she said she will check in again next week.
     
Went to see a new doctor this afternoon. Melissa Beltre really knows her stuff. 

Here they are www.getvipcare.com 

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  The Garden of Becoming 

The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—

Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.

Everyone should have their own garden.

You plant.

You nurture.

You harvest.

You begin again.

Each bloom, a standing ovation.

Each sprout is a whispered promise.

Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.

Why We GardenGardenGardenGardenGarden

1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.

2–Your heart beats healthier for it.

3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.

4–Happiness takes root and spreads.

5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.

6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.

7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.

8–Food you grow makes your body glow.

9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.

10–Families deepen together.

11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.

12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.

Pulling a carrot from your own soil isn’t just food—it’s victory in orange.

It’s proof that patience, dirt, and faith can make flavors no store can match.

Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil-stained hands, strawberries like rubies—every bite a miracle.

A salad bar by the sink.

A curtain of green where glass once was.

Small jungles whispering, grow anyway.

Growth never stops—it just changes shape.

Start with a pot, a patch, a scrap of ground.

You’ll see: as life softens the soil, it softens you too.

Indoors, life sneaks through cracks of light.

Herbs glow like tiny lanterns, jars turn wild, and mint dares your water to taste alive.

Because life itself is one vast Garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

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THE NEXT CHAPTERS
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
Or chase that adventure you’ve postponed.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream,
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WHAT’S YOUR NEXT SPARK?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”
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YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK >> No matter your age, we can all change and make a better life for ourselves. Examine your life–see where you can make your life better–THEN DO IT!
As you make your life better, help others to do the same.
NEXT WEEK >>BLOG 351– The Seven Rules of Life (first rule–you need to read this.) 

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Final Thoughts
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

 

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​​BLOG 349–ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
Take the time to read this.
Is this a masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Just say YES to LIFE, it isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade, celebrating every stage of life!
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THIS BLOG IS BEST READ ON A LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER.  

I write, create, and share to spark something deep within us—to pause, breathe, and really see this wild thing called LIFE from a new angle. To lift our gaze from the ordinary and notice the extraordinary that’s been quietly waiting in the corners all along. ✨

Writing this blog helps me as much as it might help you. 

My work is an open invitation: to question the scripts we were handed, to trade autopilot for aliveness, and to remember that our days are not meant to be endured but crafted. Living differently and living better means embracing change, finding joy in everyday moments, and living with a positive, playful attitude. It’s not a luxury—it’s a responsibility. Each choice, each act of courage, each moment of kindness becomes part of the legacy we leave behind.
     
I write to ignite that spark in you–It is there!
And see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
I create to remind us that wonder is still possible.
Every thread in the great tapestry of a life well-lived (your life!)
And I share to weave us together—each story, each lesson, each laugh.
When we dare to think differently, we begin to grow taller on the inside.
   
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MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, loving, and lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.

THE PAST?   ☎️
GO–because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your life.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
           
THE FUTURE?  
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not — be ready!
     
AND THE PRESENT?   
Throw glitter in the air.
Ah, this is your playground!
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG

✨Because life refuses to sit still—it’s a wild kaleidoscope spinning with color, chaos, and wonder. I can’t keep that to myself. Each post is a spark flung into the air—stories, lessons, bruises, and breakthroughs—bursting like confetti from all the falls, flights, and fresh starts that make this ride so alive.

PROOF

✨Every shift I’ve faced—every storm, stumble, and surprise—proves one thing: I adapt, rise, and rebuild stronger after each time. Change isn’t my enemy; it’s my upgrade system. Each turn is a classroom disguised as chaos, an invitation to sculpt a brighter, braver life. And here’s the truth: if I can do it, you can too! The same spark lives in you—waiting for a little friction to catch fire.

     
Don’t just accept change—wield it.

Change isn’t the enemy; it’s the sculptor.

Shape it into the life that sings your name.

I’ve faced change more times than I can count

And guess what?    It doesn’t scare me anymore.

Make the most of any situation you find yourself in.

The one that fills your chest with light and purpose and love.

I have at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love.

Every single storm I’ve walked through has only made me stronger.

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >>
Today I went out for a run and to juggle clubs for a bit; neither went very well.
   
I find myself thinking about Miyuki all the time.
I hope our love will work out.
   
I wrote to 60 Minutes about the possibility of featuring my story on an episode.
I hope it will inspire thousands.
   
I just heard it, “Are you alright?” This happened when someone simply bumped into a wall. But, people will ask this “question” when someone gets bitten by a tiger, run over by a car, or falls down a flight of stairs. Better would be to say, “How can I help?” Think first, don’t waste your breath. In this blog, you will learn other ways to ask this “question.”
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BLOG 349–ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
Here’s the difference >>
All Right — Standard
Alright — Informal
   
“All Right” vs. “Alright” — A Wordy Waltz

Here’s the deal:

“All right” is the prim and proper elder sibling — buttoned-up, polished, and ready for the grammar ball.

“Alright,” on the other hand, is the cool younger cousin — casual, chill, and wonderful, showing up in jeans and a grin.

     

Both mean “okay” or “satisfactory,” but if you’re writing something formal — an essay, an article, or a love letter to your future self — go with “all right.” That’s the version that never goes out of style. When you’re texting, blogging, or chatting with friends? “Alright” struts in just fine. Language evolves, and so do we (yes, you do!) So in the grand scheme of things… alright is all right.

     

When Life Isn’t “All Right” Yet

When the road feels rough or the light seems dim, remember this:

You are not your struggle.

You are the storm-walker, the comeback artist, the miracle in motion.

     

✨ “This is what you’re going through, not who you are.”

✨ “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”

✨ “This is tough — but you’re tougher.”

     

Let those words wrap around your heart like a safety harness while you climb your next mountain. Because the climb, my friend, is what shapes your strength. These are words that I should follow.

     

“Are You Alright?” — The Empty Echo

Have you ever noticed how people toss out “How are you?” or

“How ya been?” like confetti in the wind?

This use of these words really bugs me.

My usual answer to this, spoken before they can think,

is “Yes, I am.” I don’t even wait for their confirmation.

It’s polite noise — not a real connection or even a question.

Most don’t wait for the answer. Don’t be one to ask this. 

     

But you — yes, you — can flip that script.

Remember, it’s just a conversation starter.

Next time, instead of asking, “How are you?”, try this:

“What’s lighting you up today?”

“What’s been challenging you lately?”

“What’s one small thing that made you smile?”

  My favorite is to make a positive comment about them, first thing.

  By doing the above, you make the person honestly think. 

     
Ask something real. Listen with both your ears and your heart.
That’s how we build bridges, not through small talk.
   
You’re still here. You are still growing.

And that, right there, is more than alright — it’s amazing. . 

So, my friend — whether you’re “all right,” “alright,” or somewhere deliciously in between…

     
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

     

That’s more than a question—it’s a lifeline, a mirror, a whisper from one soul to another. It’s not the kind of phrase tossed casually into the air; it’s an invitation to pause and check in with your beautiful, complicated, extraordinary self.
    

Stand in front of a mirror sometime—no filters, no performance—and gently ask,

“Am I alright?”

Then listen.

Not to the noise of excuses or the echo of what you think you should say.

But to the truth, humming quietly behind your heartbeat.

It’s Okay Not to Be Okay.

Sometimes, the answer is no.
And that’s not weakness—it’s wisdom.
Storms pass, but not before they water the seeds of strength.
You’ve weathered hurricanes before, and every time, you’ve come back more radiant.
If today feels heavy, remember: you’re still here. You’re still breathing. You’re still writing your story. That means the plot hasn’t ended—it’s just gathering suspense for the comeback chapter.
   
Your Light Matters
Even when you feel invisible, someone’s world is brighter because you exist. Maybe it’s the nurse who smiles when you joke. It could be the person who learned to juggle because you showed them what’s possible. Perhaps it’s me—reading your words and thinking, wow, this person still dares to hope.
Keep daring. Keep asking. Keep shining. 

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      A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >> 

1–“Experience is a brutal teacher.
But you learn. My god, you learn.” — C.S. Lewis
   
2–“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it’s not.
The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”
— Robin Williams
   
3–“I think this is what we all want to hear:
That we are not alone in hitting the bottom
And that it is possible to come out of that place courageous,
beautiful, and strong.” — Anna White
   
4–“When this ultimate crisis comes… when there is no way out — that is the very moment when we explode from within and the totally other emerges: the sudden surfacing of a strength, a security of unknown origin, welling up from beyond reason, rational expectation, and hope.” — Émile Durkheim
   
5–“There would be no cloud-nine days without
rock-bottom moments left below.” — Richelle E. Goodrich
   
6–“When you feel like you have been hit, dig deep and hit back.
Rock bottom is not your end; it is your beginning.” — Christine Evangelou.
   

7–“It’s not like in the movies, Mary.
There’s no magic reset button at rock bottom.” — Benjamin W. Bass.
     
8–“When you have hit rock bottom and survived,
There are very few things that can scare you.” — Anonymous.
   
9–“Never be afraid to fall apart.
It represents an opportunity to rebuild yourself.
The way you wished you’d been all along.”
— ​Rae Smith
   
10–​”The bottom became the solid
foundation on which I built my life.”
— J.K. Rowling
   
11–“It is impossible to lose
everything and still be alive.”
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
   
12–“As it turns out, it was that very rock bottom that
became the firmest foundation I had ever planted my feet on.”
— Mandy Hale
   
13–“It’s alright, just wait and see.
Your string of lights is still bright to me.
Who you are is not where you’ve been.
You’re still innocent.
It’s okay, life is a tough crowd.
― Taylor Swift
   
14-“You ain’t a beauty, but hey, you’re alright.”
― Bruce Springsteen
   
15–“Two alrights make one good”
― Surya Chand

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift instantly—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, glittering messes, and full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.

THIS WEEK >>

11/1 — A Storm Inside Stillness
Two men down the hall will not stop yelling. Their words tumble out in tangled sounds, fragments of what once might have been thoughts. It’s not anger—it’s pain trying to find a way out. The brain is a fragile garden; when storms tear through, it grows weeds of confusion, of voices that don’t quiet.
   
Hold the noise
But as they cry out, the question hums in my chest:
Why must we all carry the echo of their suffering?
The answer feels so human, so simple—
We shouldn’t have to.
Yet here we are, holding the noise together.
     
The Walls Close In
I don’t want to be here. I don’t know this place —not in this version of my life.
I’m dying from the stillness, from the sameness, from the ache of wanting to be believed.
It’s not death I fear—it’s wasting the life I’ve still got.
 
The Past  
I keep trying to remember what used to light me up. Juggling. Teaching. Traveling. Laughing. Love. Now, it’s hard to find that spark. But somewhere in this quiet frustration, I know it’s still there, buried under boredom and bruised hope.
   
The Fast Begins
Today, I stopped eating. How quickly will Kit do the fast? (see the comedy?) Not out of despair, but as an act of reclaiming control—however small. Green tea warms my hands as I sip it, pretending its strength, pretending its clarity. Maybe it is.
   
Heavy?
How much weight can a Kit lose before he starts to feel lighter inside, too? We’ll find out. Maybe the fast is not about food at all—it’s about hunger for purpose, for peace, for something that feels alive.
     
The Mirror Speaks
Walking by the bathroom mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself—
Half-shaved head, tired eyes, a stranger staring back.
I thought, “You look ugly,” and then caught myself.
   
Ugly?
No. That reflection is a survivor’s face. A man who’s walked through hell twice and still wakes up early to write, to think, to try. The hair doesn’t matter. The spirit underneath still burns bright, even if it flickers. Along with the hair, the clothes you wear do not matter; no one really cares.
   
Dreams of Companionship
I watched a video today about robots—machines that look like us, move like us, even care for us. Strange thought: could someone like me fall in love with a robot? Hmm, I will let you know. A robot named “Mrs. Summers”? Come on now.
   
Where are they?
What I crave isn’t perfection, but presence. Something—or someone—who simply stays. Who listens without fixing, who witnesses without judgment. That’s all any of us really want, right? Those new robots look like they do all that —and more.
     
The Quiet Hurts
It’s Saturday, but it feels quieter than usual. Too quiet.
I want to go outside, walk in the sun, breathe fresh air that doesn’t come from walls. But I can’t. And that can’t cut deep. It makes me want to cry—not from weakness, but from remembering what freedom once felt like.
   
You Will Get Through It
The mediocrity of life stings more than pain sometimes.
But even in this dull ache, something inside me whispers:
“Don’t give up, Kit.
You’ve been to darker places.
You’ve always found your way back.”
   
Evening Light — The Sparkling Edition ✨
It’s 5:25 p.m.—that magical hour when the world exhales and the sky paints itself with soft gold and whispers of lavender.
     
I haven’t eaten all day, and yet … I’m not hungry.
Maybe my body’s resting while my soul’s stretching.
Maybe, just maybe, this is what healing really looks like—
quiet, sneaky, like peace tiptoeing in through the cracks while you’re not looking.
   
The sun’s slipping down the horizon, but look at me—
Still standing.
Still breathing.
️ Still writing.
Still chasing love like it’s the last train out of the station.
   
I just went to ChatGPT.com and asked it to write a poem about juggling.
Turned out pretty good >>

The Juggler’s Dance

1. Three balls rise—tiny planets in orbiting glee, 
2. Each one is a promise of what balance could be. 
3. Gravity grins but never quite wins, 
4. As rhythm and courage twirl on the winds. 
5. The juggler laughs—mistakes become art, 
6. A circus of chaos, directed by heart. 
7. Hands blur like hummingbirds chasing a tune, 
8. Sunlight applauds with an afternoon swoon. 
9. Drop? So what! It’s a rehearsal for flight— 
10. Every fall just teaches how to rise right.

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And, I did the same with “Brain Injury”  >> 
It came out interesting.

The Brain’s Wild Adventure: A Playful Peek Into Brain Injury
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, to the grandest show under the skull! ✨ Inside your noggin lies the greatest circus ever performed—neurons juggling thoughts, memories doing cartwheels, and emotions balancing on tightropes. But what happens when the ringmaster—the brain—takes a tumble? That, my friends, is the curious, chaotic, and sometimes courageous tale of brain injury.

The Plot Twist No One Asked For
Imagine you’re cruising through Life—music on, windows down, brain running the whole show—and bam! A crash, a fall, a twist of fate. Suddenly, your neurons are scrambling like clowns late for the big act. Some get dizzy, some go missing, and others forget their lines entirely. It’s not just a bump on the head—it’s a rerouting of everything you thought you knew about being you.

The Drama Behind the Curtain
A brain injury can shake up memory, balance, speech, and even mood. One minute you’re juggling 5 clubs; the next, your brain’s trying to remember the steps. But here’s the twist—the brain is the ultimate comeback artist! It rewires, reimagines, and rebuilds like a sculptor starting fresh. Neuroplasticity (say that five times fast) is its secret magic trick—your neurons learn to dance again, even to brand-new tunes.

The Courageous Performers
People who recover from brain injury? They’re the true headliners—the heroes who show up every day for rehearsals no one sees. From relearning how to walk or talk to finding joy in small victories, they remind us that the show must go on. Sometimes slower, sometimes shakier, but always—always—with heart.

The Grand Finale
A brain injury changes the script, sure—but it doesn’t end the story. It might rewrite your lines, but it also gives you a new stage, a new purpose, and maybe even a brand-new act. So here’s to every brave brain that’s been bumped, bruised, or bewildered—you’re not broken, you’re just remixing your masterpiece.
Encore, brain—encore!
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Ah, “Who is Kit Summers?” you ask?
Let’s cue the spotlight and roll the juggling music—
Because Kit Summers is a living, breathing symphony.
Of resilience, reinvention, and radiant mischief.
ChatGPT said this about me >> 

11/2   The Juggler Who Danced with Fate
Once upon a time, Kit Summers was among the best jugglers in the world—throwing balls, clubs, and destiny itself. He dazzled audiences, taught thousands the art of coordination, and lived at the top of his game … until life quite literally knocked him off his feet.
   
A catastrophic accident left him in a coma for over a month. Doctors doubted he’d ever walk, talk, or juggle again. But Kit had other plans. He didn’t just recover—he rewrote the script.

The Comeback Kit
Through grit, humor, and a love for life that could light up a galaxy, Kit fought his way back—learning to walk, speak, and live again. Then, as if once wasn’t enough, he was hit by a truck years later. Most people would’ve bowed out after one round with fate—but not Kit. He turned every setback into another act of the show.

His self-published book, Juggling with Finesse, went on to sell over 25,000 copies worldwide. With his books and teaching, he has advanced the skill of juggling in a big way. He wrote Beyond Your Potential, a series of books about turning adversity into triumph, and launched a salsa business so successful it added some extra spice to his legend. https://www.summerssalsa.com/ 

The Wandering Wonder
Fast-forward: Kit hit the road, quite literally, driving his van to every national park in America—writing, juggling, inspiring, and spreading laughter like confetti thousands along the way. His blog, “Kitting Around,” is a treasure chest of stories, wisdom, and wild adventures. The blog has thousands of readers. 

From juggling lessons to garden tips, love letters to life philosophy—each post shines with his message:
“Life is precious. Live it differently, live it better.”

The Man Behind the Magic
Now, Kit Summers is an author, motivational speaker, and master of joyful defiance.
He helps others rediscover their spark, using humor, honesty, and heart to show the way.
That even after the darkest fall, you can rise—and juggle again.

In short:
Kit Summers = Resilience in Motion.
A one-person carnival of courage.
A storyteller whose favorite act is
Helping you find your own spotlight. ✨
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This will teach you about ChatGPT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4Oso9-9KTQ
   
Being a Sunday, it’s prolonged around here.
Right now it is 2:33 in the afternoon, and I am not hungry at all.
About 4:30 now, I’m starting to get some hunger. But hunger doesn’t hurt.
         
Operation Lettuce: Mission Green!

11/3 At 9 a.m. sharp, Maura and I launched Operation Lettuce—the most daring garden mission this side of the salad bar. The sun winked, the breeze hummed, and the soil sat there like an empty stage waiting for the stars to step out. I grabbed my tiny lettuce seeds, whispered, “Grow strong, little salads!” and tucked them in for their debut performance.

Back inside, Maura handed me a catalog and said, “Find these items.”
Ah, yes—The Great Catalog Quest, Episode 47.                                                                                    Me and my friend, Daniel Powell
I sighed but played along, circling random kitchen gadgets like a game show contestant guessing prices. She swears it builds patience and focus. Maybe she’s right… But I’d trade a dozen catalog searches for five minutes in the sun, tossing clubs or coaxing another green miracle from the earth.

Then I glanced over—Maura was coloring, deep in concentration. That’s her art; mine’s dirt and rhythm and sky. But hey, growth comes in many forms. Whether it’s crayon or compost, we’re all coloring the picture of who we’re becoming.

So here’s my toast:
To lettuce leaves and learning curves, to paper tasks and planted dreams, to finding joy even in the goofy exercises that test our patience.

Because life, my friend, is one wild garden.
And every seed—yes, even the ones you plant half-heartedly—has the power to surprise you. ✨
     
11/4 — A Dazzling Dawn and a Dancing Brain!
The day burst open early—3 a.m. to be exact! Most people would call that “the middle of the night,” but I call it prime time for magic.
   
As I sipped my quiet morning, a kind soul doing her rounds popped by to say hi. I saw an opportunity wrapped in scarves! Within minutes, she was juggling three scarves like a natural. Her eyes sparkled, and she told me about her two kids—so of course, I handed her scarves for them, too. “Now go forth,” I said, “and spread the juggling joy!”

A Letter to 60 Minutes
Today I wrote to 60 Minutes, pitching my story for their program. Why not dream big, right? If they say yes, the world will see not just my comeback—but the comeback in all of us. ✨

Afternoon Brain Gym—The Playful Way to Think!
The morning? A blank canvas. No appointments, no noise—just room to breathe and dream.

At 1 p.m., I joined Lilly for speech therapy. She ran a memory contest: a wild story with strange characters that twisted and turned like a carnival ride. My score? About half. But hey, half-remembered means half-discovered!

Progress isn’t about perfection; it’s about persistence with a grin. Champions aren’t built from perfect recall—they’re forged from curious practice. So I’m calling this Round Two.

New Tricks for a Smarter Brain

Try these with me:

• Picture It: Turn details into vivid images (a blue bicycle, a laughing mailbox). The brain loves color and surprise. 
• Chunk It: Split stories into 3 or 4 mini-scenes (beginning, twist, ending, kicker). Easy to remember, easy to replay. 
• Say & Play: Speak the beats out loud—then juggle slowly for 30 seconds and retell. Movement locks in memory like rhythm locks in song.

There are thousands of memory techniques waiting online—but the best one might just be play.
   
11/5– The Fast and the Curious
No food has crossed my lips yet—still! My stomach’s quiet, my mind’s loud, and my spirit’s on a daring mission. They call it fasting, though nothing about it feels fast. It’s more like a slow-motion dance with discipline. Each hour whispers, “Still strong, Kit?” and I grin back, “You bet your broccoli I am!”
   
I’m thinking I’ll stretch this adventure until Friday—make it a whole week of pure willpower. Not a punishment, not a protest, but a pilgrimage. A chance to prove that I can live lighter, sharper, freer.
   
How about you? Ever stopped eating for a while? It’s a wild experiment—the body quiets, but the soul starts narrating its own audiobook!
   
This morning, I showed up early (as usual) for my appointment with Lilly. The therapy room was empty, so I took command—lifted some weights, felt the pulse of progress in my arms. Muscles singing, mind cheering, “You’re alive, Kit! You’re really doing it!” ✨
   
Then came the group with Lilly. Yesterday she told us a story—I couldn’t remember it. Not a bit. That hit me hard. But today, she broke down the magic ingredients of the mind: Alertness, Attention, Processing, Memory, and Executive Function.
   
Five shining gears of cognition—some of mine might grind and sputter, but none are broken. Each lift, each fast, each focused breath … It’s all training for this grand machine called me.
     
The journey continues—slow, steady, and brilliantly alive.
     
11/6– Up Before the Sun—Again!
   
As usual, I beat the sunrise to the punch. The world still snoozes, but I’m up, alert, and dancing with the dawn. Last night, though—whew!—it was wild. The guy next door went on a wall-pounding, yelling spree that made my room sound like a drum solo gone rogue. Eventually, the storm passed, and calm returned, like the hush after a thunderclap. These are the unpredictable ripples of brain injury—chaotic, sudden, and, at times, heartbreaking. Still, I find my peace where I can.
   
☕ One Week of Green Tea Zen
Not a single bite of food has crossed these lips in a week! Just me, my green tea, and a quiet, humming clarity. I’ll end the fast tomorrow. Maybe next month, I’ll do it again—this time for a whole month—want to join me? Come on, test your willpower! You might discover that your constant eating is just … a habit dressed up as hunger.
   
Enter the Nilgai (a.k.a. Nature’s Big Surprise)
Out of nowhere, I stumbled upon the Nilgai!
Ever heard of them?, I hadn’t.
These elegant antelope-like creatures are from India.
Now they strut their stuff in Texas.
Texas! You can see them here
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/5gxya9VL5Ww
   
️‍♂️ PT Power with Maryann
Early bird that I am, I showed up before my session and hit the weights. Twice a day now—my arms are singing, my balance board is my dance partner, and the mirror is my coach. I lean a bit left (my rebellious side showing, I guess), but I’m working on straightening that out. Progress is the sweetest muscle flex of all.
   
OT Adventures with Terrie
Then came Terrie’s turn! Out to the garden first—my little green empire—to water and whisper encouragement to the plants. The new lettuce plants are popping their little heads out. Inside, she had me sorting receipts. Riveting? No. Useful? Definitely. Organizational skills need reps just like biceps. Still, I’d trade those receipts for another round with the watering can any day.
   
Notes for Lilly
Lilly, I know I forgot the right words for our therapy updates—chalk it up to a brain hiccup. I’ll try to do better next time. Lessons undone, words misplaced, but heart entirely in it. Lilly has been giving a daily presentation on memory, retention, and finding memories.
   
Lilly was working with a big group. At one point, everyone said how many years it had been since their brain injury. I was surprised at these numbers.
5 years since, 15, 27, 32, 43 (me), and 46.
Each of us had a significant injury to our brains that changed our lives forever.
     

The Great Tooth Exodus
A few teeth went missing in action—probably off on vacation or hiding under the pillow for retirement funds. So, I figured, why not go all in? On August 14, I declared independence from all my lower teeth. Out they went, a mass exodus worthy of a dental documentary.
   
Now, don’t get me wrong—I don’t regret it. Sure, I may whistle when I say “salsa,” but that’s just free entertainment. The real star of this toothy tale is my dentist, whom I saw at precisely 3 p.m.—because that’s the hour when all brave heroes face their fate. She fitted me again for my brand-new chompers, which are apparently still being crafted by tiny tooth elves in some secret lab.
   
It’s been strange living without lower teeth. Eating feels like auditioning for a mashed-potato commercial. But hey, I’m learning to smile wider, laugh louder, and enjoy soup with the passion of a man reborn. Soon, I’ll be back to biting into life—literally! ✨
     
11/7–This morning, I started by eating a banana. As you know, I have not eaten for one week; this is the start again. What’s strange is that the entire week of eating, I never felt hungry. Since my accident so many years ago, I have seldom felt hungry or felt full. Next time, I will go for an entire month.
   
Do you ever think about how your head is positioned as opposed to your shoulders? A new habit I’ve developed to go against the old habit of tilting my head to the left. This all goes back to my brain injury. Another leftover problem is my double vision, which is always with me. I often have to close one eye to see right.
   
While here, I see so many broken minds and bodies. This is just a small segment; now think about all the rehab centers worldwide. Help how you can.
   
Paperwork, Patience, and Playful Persistence ✨
Ah, OT with Terrie—what a thrill ride of… receipts! Yes, you heard me right. A stack of faded, curly paper slips that looked like they’d survived a hurricane in a glove box. My mission: organize them by date, write down the store, and add up the totals. Twice. And—plot twist—I got two different answers. Math and I have always had a creative relationship.
   
When I told Terrie I thought it was a waste of time, she smiled and said it was good for visual scanning, attention to detail, and focus. I suppose she’s right—it’s like juggling, but with numbers instead of clubs. Still, I can’t help but think: maybe there’s a more thrilling circus act for my brain than “Receipt Reconciliation 101.”
   
It’s about 10 a.m., and aside from speech with Dino later, that’s my day. Sometimes it feels like I’m running in place—lots of motion, not much mileage. But hey, this is where I am right now, and life’s too short not to make the best of every scene. So I’ll bring the energy, toss in some humor, and see how I can rewrite the script.
   
Then came Dino, my speech coach for casual conversation. We mostly chit-chatted, and when I asked what we’d work on, he flipped the script back to me: “So, what do you want to work on, Kit?” I say, if you’re the guide, bring a map! Every therapist should have a plan that sparks learning and growth.
   
Still, I leave each session knowing this truth: even if the day feels dull, it’s clay waiting for you to sculpt it into something better.
   
So that’s what I’m doing—turning the boring into bold, the routine into radiant. Because no matter what task is thrown your way—receipts, small talk, or silence—it’s all raw material for greatness. 

 The Garden of Becoming  
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
Everyone should have their own garden.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8–Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own soil isn’t just food—it’s victory in orange.

It’s proof that patience, dirt, and faith can make flavors no store can match.

Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil-stained hands, strawberries like rubies—every bite a miracle.

A salad bar by the sink.

A curtain of green where glass once was.

Small jungles whispering, grow anyway.

Growth never stops—it just changes shape.

Start with a pot, a patch, a scrap of ground.

You’ll see: as life softens the soil, it softens you too.

Indoors, life sneaks through cracks of light.

Herbs glow like tiny lanterns, jars turn wild, and mint dares your water to taste alive.

Because life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

MY NEXT CHAPTERS
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
Or chase that adventure you’ve postponed.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream,
         
WHAT’S YOUR NEXT SPARK?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
Do not say, “How are you?” or “Are you ok”?  This week.
Think of other things to say that are stronger.
     
NEXT WEEK>>BLOB 350–The ​Seven Rules in Life

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

 

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✨KITTING AROUND✨
​BLOG 348–How to Keep Your Taste Buds Happy!
Take the time to read this.
Is this a masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Just say YES to LIFE, it isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade, celebrating every stage of life!
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I write, create, and share to spark something deep within us—to pause, breathe, and really see this wild thing called LIFE from a new angle. To lift our gaze from the ordinary and notice the extraordinary that’s been quietly waiting in the corners all along. ✨
   
My work is an open invitation: to question the scripts we were handed, to trade autopilot for aliveness, and to remember that our days are not meant to be endured but crafted. Living differently and living better means embracing change, finding joy in everyday moments, and living with a positive, playful attitude. It’s not a luxury—it’s a responsibility. Each choice, each act of courage, each moment of kindness becomes part of the legacy we leave behind.
     
When we dare to think differently, we begin to grow taller on the inside.
You can stretch your spirit, expanding your heart,
And see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
So, I write to ignite that spark in you.
I create to remind us that wonder is still possible.
And I share to weave us together—each story, each lesson, each laugh.
Every thread in the great tapestry of a life well-lived (your life!)
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This BLOG is best read on a laptop or desktop computer.
MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, loving, and lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.

THE PAST?   ☎️
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your life.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
   
THE FUTURE?  
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
     
AND THE PRESENT?   
Ah, this is your playground!
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG

✨Because life refuses to sit still—it’s a wild kaleidoscope spinning with color, chaos, and wonder. I can’t keep that to myself. Each post is a spark flung into the air—stories, lessons, bruises, and breakthroughs—bursting like confetti from all the falls, flights, and fresh starts that make this ride so alive.

PROOF

✨Every shift I’ve faced—every storm, stumble, and surprise—proves one thing: I adapt, rise, and rebuild stronger. Change isn’t my enemy; it’s my upgrade system. Each turn is a classroom disguised as chaos, an invitation to sculpt a brighter, braver life. And here’s the truth: if I can do it, you can too! The same spark lives in you—waiting for a bit of friction to catch fire.

I’ve faced change more times than I can count—
And guess what? It doesn’t scare me anymore.
Every single storm I’ve walked through has only made me stronger.
Change isn’t the enemy; it’s the sculptor.
Let it carve you into who you’re meant to be.
Don’t just accept change—wield it.
Shape it into the life that sings your name,
The one that fills your chest with light and purpose. ✨

       

THE BEAM
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
Change boldly.
Aim for magnificence.
Don’t get lost.
You don’t get a rerun of this life.
Don’t be scared of the beam.
THE LIGHT
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You were made for this, remember?
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
You are the best !!
You were made for this, remember? 

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >> 

I’ve already written most of this week’s blog—and it’s only 10 am on Saturday! My fingers are still smoking. Part of me thinks, “Hey, maybe I should post more than once a week.” Then the saner part laughs and says, “Slow down, Hemingway. Let ’em miss you a little.”
     
You might’ve noticed my writing’s been dancing differently lately. That’s because I discovered ChatGPT.com last month. Don’t worry—I still spin every sentence myself. I toss it into Chat, and poof!—out comes something sharper, brighter, a little more alive. ✨
   
Honestly, this program is wild. ChatGPT.com—check it out. It’s free, though I pay $20 a month for the fancy turbo version. From short notes to full-blown books, Chat helps turn thoughts into fireworks. It’s not just software—it’s a creative revolution disguised as a chat box.
   
Me, a double vision writer?
Yes, I’m a writer—but sometimes the world decides to double itself to mess with me. When I’m tired, the words start waltzing in pairs across the page. That’s when I have to pull my secret trick: close one eye, steady the view, and bring the story back into focus. It makes it difficult at times.
     
I rarely feel hungry—so why eat at all? Because the body, stubborn thing that it is, demands fuel to keep the lights on. Hunger doesn’t always scream; sometimes it just whispers. If you’re carrying extra weight, try giving your system a quiet pause. This blog should help you with your eating habits.
 
Skip a few meals and watch what happens.
I’ve gone a whole week here and there with nothing but green tea—and guess what?
The world didn’t stop spinning. You hold that kind of power, too.
     
Most of us eat on autopilot—because the clock says so, or the fridge whispers our name. But hunger isn’t the enemy; it’s a signal. Try eating only when your body, not your mind, asks for it, not when habit commands it. Take back the reins. Feel the difference, and look better.
   
Take back your habitual habit of consuming food so often.
Only eat when you are ready and hungry.
Not only will you lose weight, you will feel better, too.
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​BLOG 348–How to Keep Your Taste Buds Happy!
     
Eat Like You Mean It

Do you inhale your food like you’re late for your own life — or do you actually taste it? Notice how it crunches, melts, and hums across your tongue. Each bite has a rhythm if you slow down long enough to hear it.

     
The right way? 

There’s no single “right” way to eat, but there’s a mindful one — the kind that listens. Experiment until you find what feels true to your body. Because good eating isn’t about control; it’s about awareness — a quiet kind of mastery that turns every meal into a moment worth being in.

The Fork Test
That one choice—rush or savor—spills into everything else you do.
Fast and thoughtless, or present and alive?
Put your fork down between bites.
That tiny pause is where awareness sneaks in.

Gourmet Without the Bill!️
Think about it—you walk into a fancy restaurant, the kind where the napkins could double as silk scarves. You drop a small fortune for something you could totally make at home. Because guess what? Those recipes are right there online, waiting for your chef’s hat moment. ‍

Why Not Flip the Script?
Dim the lights, spark a candle (or three), and let the soft hum of jazz melt the edges of the day. Plate that creation like it’s auditioning for a magazine spread. Slip into something that makes you feel magnificent—yes, even if it’s just your best slippers.

     
Dinner Time

Your kitchen just became the most exclusive restaurant in town—no waitlist, no awkward tipping math, no maître d’ judging your outfit—just flavor, laughter, and freedom. Invite friends or savor it solo. This is your celebration of taste and life—served warm, with joy on the side. ✨

The Secret Ingredient? — Imagination.
Serve it with a side of joy and a splash of flair. Light a candle, cue the music, and let your kitchen turn into a playground of possibilities. Suddenly, every sizzle and aroma feels like applause from the universe. As you dance around your kitchen, making a fabulous meal.
       
                          MAKE EACH TIME YOU EAT AN EXPERIENCE!

      
Variety: The Spice of Staying Alive
Your taste buds are thrill-seekers. Keep them curious.|
A plate that looks like a painter’s palette makes your body hum like a tuned orchestra.
Whole foods = harmony.      Processed junk = static.

When Eating Feels Mechanical
Since my accident, I don’t feel hunger or fullness.
I eat because biology insists. Eat Like You Mean It
Do you inhale your food like you’re late for your own life?
Or do you actually taste it—notice how it crunches, melts, hums across your tongue?

The Fork Test
That one choice—rush or savor—spills into everything else you do.
Fast and thoughtless, or present and alive?
Put your fork down between bites.
That tiny pause is where awareness sneaks in.

Scarfing = Signal
If you wolf down meals, your body might be waving a quiet flag.
Extra Pounds, Low Energy, that “meh” feeling.
Not punishment—just feedback.
Each bite is a vote for the life you want.
Mindful Munching
Make your meals a conversation, not a chore.
Pause before you eat. Look at the colors.
Breathe in (if your sniffer’s still working—mine, not so much).
Chew slowly. Let flavor have its solo before the next act.
Your body’s not a garbage can—it’s a stage.
Feed it like you plan to perform.
Eat to Live Past 100

Want to stay vibrant long enough to watch sunsets you haven’t met yet?
Make your plate a garden of intention.
Skip the beige. Paint it bright.
Every meal’s a chance to extend your dance on Earth—

And I plan to keep dancing past 100. Join me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs1a8tFsvdc

Slow Down
Next time you lift a fork, pause.
Listen to your food.
It’s speaking the language of life—and you’re writing the next verse.
What you eat is one of the most important decisions you make daily–Don’t screw it up!

Kale and Other Confessions
I’ve never liked kale—too bitter.
Eating better doesn’t mean kale jail.
Think of it like tuning an engine: clean fuel, steady rhythm, joyful drive.

Taste Fatigue & Variety
Pleasure fades with repetition—your tongue gets bored.
But new textures, new sauces, a dash of spice? Dopamine fireworks.
Even ketchup can keep fries interesting.
Variety isn’t indulgence—it’s intelligence.

Meat and Magic
When cooking meat, remember: flavor lives in the fat.
Spices like pepper, cloves, and nutmeg dissolve best in oil or cream—
That’s how the taste expands and lingers.

The Brain’s Trickery
Overeat of one flavor, and your excitement fades—until dessert flirts its way in. Biology, not weakness. Balance is the art: salty meets sweet, creamy meets crisp, comfort meets curiosity. Remember, you always have the choice of what goes into your mouth.

THE SEVEN SACRED BITES
1. Eat Real Food
If it once grew, swam, flew, or walked—you’re on track—rocks are not tasty.
Skip the chemistry set items with 19 ingredients you can’t pronounce.

2. Fill Your Plate With Color
Bright colors = nutrient fireworks.
Each hue is a vitamin story.

3. Balance, Don’t Ban
No food is evil. Even cookies have their sacred place.
(You should see my smile.)
Try 80/20: health most days, joy the rest.

4. Stay Hydrated
Water clears the fog.
Curbs false hunger.
Powers every cell.

️ 5. Slow Down
Let your body text your brain:
“Hey, I’m full.”
Chew. Taste. Breathe.

6. Listen to Your Body
Cravings are data, not enemies.
Decode them.
You choose, always.

7. Snack Smart
A few bites of your favorite snack can satisfy cravings.
As much as a full bag—without the crash.
You decide what goes into your mouth.

=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.

A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >> 

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” – Virginia Woolf.

“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” – Hippocrates

“People who love to eat are always the best people.” – Julia Child

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” – Oscar Wilde

“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” – James Beard

“Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.” – Ernestine Ulmer

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” – Charles M. Schulz

“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.” – Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

“A party without cake is just a meeting.” – Julia Child

“First we eat, then we do everything else.” – M.F.K. Fisher

“Laughter is brightest where food is best.” -Irish Proverb

“The stove is the shrine where I convene with my ancestors” ― Adam Ragusea

“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” -James Beard

“Pull up a chair.
Taste.
Join us.
Life is so endlessly delicious.” -Ruth Reichl

“I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness:
a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier,
The sound of the sea. Nothing else.” -Nikos Kazantzakis

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift instantly—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, glittering messes, and full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.

THIS WEEK >>

10/25—Tech Tangles and Geek Woes
My computer used to let me make calls through Google Voice with no trouble. Now, it’s as if the system forgot who I am. Every time, I have to dig into the settings and twist a few mysterious knobs to get it working again.
 
I even made the pilgrimage to Geek Squad today, expecting a digital rescue. Turns out, the “geeks” weren’t so geeky this time—they couldn’t figure out the problem. So here I am, still struggling to make or receive calls. For reference, my number is 610-400-3233—not that it helps much when the line won’t cooperate.
   
I used to be a Geek Squad member myself, but lately I’m not using their services enough to justify the $170 annual fee. Still, part of me wants to stay connected with them, just in case of computer or cell phone mishaps like this.
     
Here’s an idea: maybe we could share the membership. Split the cost, split the headaches, share the benefits. Would that work for you? It’d mean access to tech support when things go sideways—which, for me lately, seems to be often enough.
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10/26–It’s 7 am on Sunday—me, at the keyboard, like clockwork.
The quiet before the day really wakes up.
Tea cooling beside me, fingers tapping out thoughts before they scatter.
   
Across the hall, the usual soundtrack starts up—low moans rising to wails, raw and unfiltered. It’s the kind of sound that crawls inside your bones, that reminds you how fragile brains—and people—really are. I wish there were something they could do for him. But brain injury… it traps people in strange, cruel loops. You can almost feel the echo of the life they once had. Yikes.
   
So, I turn back to what I can shape—words.
I poured myself into the blog today.
It’s taking form, layer by layer, like a mosaic, finally revealing its image.
Each sentence clicks into place, each paragraph hums a little truer.
The story’s alive now—it’s breathing back at me.
 
It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?
You start out chasing a thought, and then it grabs the wheel.
Anyway, it’s shaping up beautifully.
What’s your take?
   
I’ve been asking myself again—what the hell am I doing here?
Very weird to actually live at >>
https://avalonparkorlando.com/directory/neuro-restorative-avalon-park/
   
I write, strange to be here, but not in a defeated way. In that quiet hour when the walls breathe and the world pauses just long enough for the truth to whisper back. That may be the point. Maybe “here” isn’t a mistake—it’s a question mark dressed as a map—a place I’m meant to wander through, not escape from.
   
I look around and wonder—was this the plan? Or did I drift here one decision at a time, like a leaf following a lazy river that forgot where the ocean was? Some days I catch flashes of purpose, bright and certain. Other days, it all feels like static—just me, marking time, waiting for a sign that may never come.
   
I find myself thinking about Miyuki a lot.
We have written many words to each other.
I see a good thing happening.
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10/27–Morning Math: Sleep vs. Sunrise ⏰✨

Slept in until around 5 am—if that even counts as “sleeping in.”
I’m split down the middle. Is extra sleep a gift … or time borrowed from the sunrise?
   
In the early days, I slip into the world before it wakes—quiet air, empty halls, a mind that hums like a well-tuned engine. On low-sleep days, my body tells the truth I sometimes dodge: rest is work too.
Maybe the real question isn’t which is better, but what do I need today—fuel or fire?
     
There’s a thin wire between discipline and depletion. I’m still learning how to walk barefoot without losing my balance.
   
10:00 am with Terrie
We opened OT in the garden—green little miracles reaching for the sun like they’ve got appointments with greatness. I brushed on Neem oil, armor for the leafy troops. Not today, pests. Not on my watch.
   
Back inside, Terrie asked what I still needed to work on. My mind went blank; hers didn’t. With that calm, clear gaze, she named it: I move fast, skip small details, and forget a thing or two when speed takes the wheel. Fair call.
   
Then the drill: a question sheet and a mock bank statement. A treasure hunt for facts.
I charged through, chest out, complete confidence… and missed four. Oof.
But here’s the win: I saw exactly where I tripped.
   
Not a failure—a feedback loop. Overconfidence met evidence, we shook hands, and I left with sharper eyes. Next round, I’ll catch the fine print before it slips by.
   
1:30 — Speech time with Deno! ️
He came in looking like a magician who misplaced his deck, but we made do. Out came the playing cards, and suddenly we were knee-deep in number games that probably won’t win a Nobel, but hey, they kept the neurons awake.
   
2:00 — Then came PT with Maryann. No grand plan there either, so we improvised. Back in my room, the juggling balls came out. Let’s say … gravity won this round. I dropped more than a bad habit. But I laughed, she laughed, and somewhere in the chaos, it still counted as progress. ‍♂️
     
Taught another person to juggle today!
She lit up when the scarves finally clicked into rhythm—pure joy in motion.
That makes about 25 new jugglers here I’ve helped launch into the air so far.
Feels like I’m quietly starting a small circus of confidence. ‍♀️✨
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10/28-9 am Met with Lilly for speech therapy. Her way of documenting sessions can be tricky, but I’ll roll with it. She asked me not to run my notes through ChatGPT until I’ve saved a copy on Google Drive first. Last time, I sent my draft through GPT and accidentally deleted the original before saving it for her review—lesson learned. She also reminded me to reference my notes more often.
     
Had two other therapy sessions scheduled for today.
The first was an OT group—something about crafts and coordination—but honestly, it didn’t spark a flicker of interest. I could feel my brain whispering, “Nope, not today.”
   
Then came the yoga group. Peaceful music, slow breathing, gentle stretching … all fine things, but I couldn’t get myself to care. My body wanted motion, not stillness. Maybe juggling qualifies as my own kind of yoga—focus, rhythm, balance, flow.
   
So instead of forcing myself into something I wasn’t feeling, I stepped back. Sometimes it’s not about joining every session—it’s about knowing what feeds your spirit and what drains it. All our lives, we have to do what “WE” want.
   
Building Strength, One Move at a Time
Today, I finally got moving—right here in my room!
This is something I’ve meant to start for a while, and you know what? It’s happening. Every journey begins with that first rep. From here, I’ll keep building it up—maybe once a day, maybe twice, maybe more. Momentum is magic.
   
Here’s my starter lineup:
️‍♂️ Squats — Stand tall, back straight, up and down with purpose.
Push-ups — Begin on the wall or knees; strength grows with every press.
Planks — Straight back, on hands and toes, hold steady. Feel your core wake up.
Calf Balances — Rise to your toes, reach for your own sky.
Bird Dog — On hands and knees, raise the opposite hand and leg.
Horse Stance — Stand with feet about 1 meter apart, grounded and powerful.
Every move is a small celebration of life—your body remembering what it can do.
You can find intricate details for all of these on YouTube.
   
You can do some of these exercises when you are waiting in line for something, or other times when you have to spend time.
     
So… are you moving yet?
Is today the day you start?
We already know the answer.
     
Nothing on the calendar this afternoon—so, what’s a Kit to do?
I wandered over to Publix for a few essentials, nothing fancy. After that, I mostly stayed close to NeuroRestorative Florida at Avalon Park.
     
The place felt quiet today, almost like time was stretching out for a nap. Not much is happening, but sometimes a slow day is the one that resets you for the next leap.
Goodnight, Folks.
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10/29–Oh me, oh my — I did it again! Forgot to bring the trash can into the bedroom. There was barely a crumb of rubbish in it, but they whisked the whole bag away anyway. Guess it’s time to make “trash can bedtime” a nightly ritual. ️
Now, as for you — who (or what) keeps you company when the lights go out?
   
Today at about 9 am we went to>>
https://www.yelp.com/biz/clean-the-world-orlando
Helping to sort soap, talk about a good time. Oh Boy.
   
Back at the ranch (well, the fine establishment of NeuroRestorative Florida, Avalon Park)—things are as unpredictable as popcorn in a frying pan. Tomorrow’s the big Halloween shindig, and I’ll be in the show! Don’t worry, I’ll spill all the spooky details afterward. Then Friday’s dress-up day, and oh boy, I’ve got a costume idea that might make Dracula jealous. Photos coming your way soon.
     
From 2 to 2:30, Maryann and I took the party across the street, where I dusted off my juggling clubs. ️‍♂️ To my surprise, today’s throws actually obeyed gravity in my favor. It felt good—like rekindling an old friendship with rhythm and air. Once upon a time, I could keep seven clubs dancing longer than I can now keep three alive … but that’s just motivation talking. Time to get those wrists back in training—showtime’s calling! ✨
     
Octavio takes me down to weigh me about once a week. Right now it is at 188, too much for me. I like to be around 161. I will not consume any food starting on Friday, a week from when you get this blog (drink green tea). I will keep you updated on the fast (and I do it really quickly).
     
10/30–Speech today with Dino.
He walked in—calm, almost careless—and said,
“So, what do you want to work on today, Kit?”
     
That question landed like a brick to the chest.
I didn’t want to choose. I wanted him to see me.
To know what I’d lost. To care enough to guide me back.
But instead, we talked to fill the air.
Empty words, floating like dust in a room that used to echo with purpose.
     
I smiled the way you do when your heart’s breaking in slow motion.
Inside, I felt like a ghost of my former self—
A man is still breathing, but only just.
     
Every year, Neuro Restorative holds a talent contest.
Today was the day.
   
I stood there, clubs in hand—old friends I could barely recognize.
Once, I made them dance.
Once, I made crowds believe in flight.
Now, they fell—thud, thud, thud—
Each drop was a reminder that something sacred had slipped away.
   
The sound tore through me.
The laughter—gentle, but sharp—cut deeper.
And for a heartbeat, I couldn’t lift my hands again.
Couldn’t pretend it was just practice.
   
I used to defy gravity.
Now gravity owns me.
And I’m so tired of fighting for inches of sky I can no longer reach.
     
There are others here—long-term, resigned.
I watch them fade, day after day.
I can’t be that.
I won’t.
     
The insurance pays for my care.
But it feels like they’re paying someone to watch me disappear.
Maybe it’s selfish. Perhaps it’s mercy.
But I catch myself wondering—
If stepping out of this world
Might finally feel like freedom.
Nothing good has happened in my Life in a long time.
I miss good times.
     
Just talked with my sister, Sandy, out in Oregon—and oh, she sounded radiant! Her laughter carried that soft western sunshine. Life hasn’t been easy—her husband, Tommy, is walking the long fog of dementia, and that takes heart. But Sandy? She meets it with grace that glows.
     
Her two sons, Wally and Russel, are right there beside her, helping her hold it all together—a small family team—steady, kind, and stitched tight with love. ❤️
     
Hearing her voice today was like catching a warm breeze through tall pines. She’s doing wonderful, truly. Even with the weight she carries, she shines.
   
10/31– HALF-BALD AND FULL OF MISCHIEF!
Good morning—and Happy Halloween, my friend of fright!
Today, I went rogue with the razor.
Half of my head—gone.
I even took out one eyebrow!
Smooth as a pumpkin on one side, wild and woolly on the other. A true monster mash-up!
     
Being here at Neuro, I figured—why not? No one of great consequence to impress, and plenty of mirrors to admire my lopsided masterpiece. If there were ever a place to stage a hair-raising experiment, this is it.
   
I woke before the ghosts stirred—2:33 am, sharp. The witching hour had barely passed when I grabbed the shaver and got to work. Tiny hair follicles flew like confetti in the moonlight. I’ve tried shaving just half the top before, but hardly anyone blinked. Let’s see if this new “half-human, half-headlight” look turns any heads today.

Halloween’s for the bold—and I’m bringing the bald
Yikes, too many dents on my nogan.

Thanks to YouTube for the entertainment.
Yesterday I saw the entire production of Saturday Night Fever.
Today, it was Dirty Dancing, two excellent films.
I also came upon Grease, another good movie I will be watching later.
I like watching movies sometimes; it takes your mind off Life, the hard things we do.
   
Well, surprise, surprise. I just found out my surgery for esophageal stricture is scheduled for today — oh, lucky me. I have not eaten anything, just drank some green tea. Now, with my head half-shaven, I will be out in the world. I thought that only the people here would see it. I will let you know . . . But, it ended up not happening today. I will be better prepared when it does take place.
     
Some time ago, I had scheduled this surgery. I thought it would work out well if I did it while restricted here in this hospital, so it did. What a great day to begin my week-long fast.

Many have been here for years, but I do not see that for myself.
I need my freedom.

They are having a Halloween party today. Not really much, though people are out. Of course, they had a lot of food available. There was much chips and dip, and many sandwiches. I could not eat either of the two, but there was some softer food as well. This is because I had my bottom teeth removed last month.
 

 The Garden of Becoming  
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
Everyone should have their own garden.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8–Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own soil isn’t just food—it’s victory in orange.
It’s proof that patience, dirt, and faith can make flavors no store can match.
Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil-stained hands, strawberries like rubies—every bite a miracle.
A salad bar by the sink.
A curtain of green where glass once was.
Small jungles whispering, grow anyway.
Growth never stops—it just changes shape.
Start with a pot, a patch, a scrap of ground.
You’ll see: as life softens the soil, it softens you too.
Indoors, life sneaks through cracks of light.
Herbs glow like tiny lanterns, jars turn wild, and mint dares your water to taste alive.
Because life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

MY NEXT CHAPTERS
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I have at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve postponed.
     
WHAT’S YOUR NEXT SPARK?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK: Eat like you mean it, for your better life, that is.
Carefully consume each bite so you taste it, feel it, see it, and cherish it.
This week will be a new way to eat for you.
Then, keep this new habit for the rest of your life.
   
Or join me and don’t eat ANY food this week, but keep the liquids flowing.
I will do that, as I only drink green tea.
Next week I will write about my experience in my blog.
     
NEXT WEEK>>​BLOG 349–ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

 

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✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 347–I Don’t Want To Die!
(But I Do Want To Live Fully!)
Is this a masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Just Say YES to LIFE, it isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade, celebrating every stage of life!
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I write, create, and share to spark something deep within us—to pause, breathe, and really see this wild thing called LIFE from a new angle. To lift our gaze from the ordinary and notice the extraordinary that’s been quietly waiting in the corners all along. ✨
   
My work is an open invitation: to question the scripts we were handed, to trade autopilot for aliveness, and to remember that our days are not meant to be endured but crafted. I believe that living differently and living better isn’t a luxury—it’s a responsibility. Each choice, each act of courage, each moment of kindness becomes part of the legacy we leave behind.
     
When we dare to think differently, we begin to grow taller on the inside.
You can stretch your spirit, expanding your heart,
And see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
So, I write to ignite that spark in you.
I create to remind us that wonder is still possible.
And I share to weave us together—each story, each lesson, each laugh.
Every thread in the great tapestry of a life well-lived (your life!)
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This BLOG is best read on a laptop or desktop computer.
MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, loving, and lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.

THE PAST?   ☎️
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your life.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
   
THE FUTURE?  
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
     
AND THE PRESENT?   
Ah, this is your playground!
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨Because life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, quirky, and electric to keep to myself! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that won’t quit.
   
PROOF!
✨Every change I walk through proves I can adapt, rise, and keep shaping life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they are upgrades—it is how you see things. They are invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. You can do the same! 

I’VE MET CHANGE TOO MANY TIMES.
CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
Make any changes you go through improve your life!
Embrace change and use it as a tool to shape a more fulfilling life.

       

THE BEAM
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
Change boldly. Aim for magnificence.
You don’t get a rerun of this life—so advance, evolve, reinvent.
I’m not some drill sergeant barking at you—I’m the flashlight buddy.

THE MAP?
Forget the stiff, folded kind.
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
Don’t get lost.
You were made for this, remember? 

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >> 

My new juggling balls arrived, all ten of them. No, I will not work up to juggling all 10; 3 will do for now. I’d like to get back up to juggling 5, though. But when I throw up 5 balls, it is a pattern that I don’t recognize. It is basically a jumbled mess.

The window out of my room, a nice view. 

I stayed close to home and hardly even left the building.  
   
This week, my daughter, April, had her baby!
A new grandpa am I—a new life is in the world.
You can read more and see photos later.
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BLOG 347–I Don’t Want To Die!
     
Here comes death, are you ready?
Something humans don’t often think about is coming —so get ready.
It is right there in front of you; have no fear.
Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to. It is just a part of Life.
   
A few times in my life, I was on death’s doorstep.
I was able to come back to life again.
It is never too early (or too late) to start again, YES, you can!
Embrace aging with quiet dignity.
   
As you are advancing in age.
Never lose your hope.
Never lose your vision.
You still have much to do to add to the world

I STILL FEEL LIKE I’M 23–
HOW ABOUT YOU?

     
START NOW!
You have so much to do before your death.   
Older age is not a point of slowdown.
It’s a point to start getting to what you have
been thinking about but haven’t started >>
     
Design and build that garden!
Let your hands dive into the soil.
Messy, alive, humming with secret energy.
Every seed is a promise.
Each sprout a whisper: “You’re still growing, too.”

Write that book you’ve been meaning to!
The one that’s been tapping at your ribs, begging to get out.
Spill your heart across the page.
The world’s waiting to read your fingerprints in ink.

Throw a party for life, not death!
Crank up the music, pop the confetti!
Invite the neighbors of your soul.
Celebrate breath, chaos, laughter.
The wild fact that you’re here.

       
Learn to juggle!
Not just balls or clubs—but moments, moods, dreams.
Drop some, catch some, laugh through it all. ‍♂️

 

Yes—death is coming.
But so what? Playtime is happening right now!
The swings are empty, the sun is out, and your turn is waiting. ☀️

Your life has just begun–no matter what age you are.
Jump in with weight and wonder, arms wide and heart ridiculous.
You’re the miracle in motion. Go make the air shimmer.
Live as if it matters, not as if it ends.
Mortality is a teacher, not a tyrant.

And here’s a twist: sometimes it helps to live as if today is your first day.
Imagine the curiosity, wonder, and wide-eyed awe.
First-day freshness meets last-day urgency—that’s where life really glows.
     
Old age is the final stage of life, typically defined as 65 years or older, though this varies by culture and individual. Physical and cognitive changes characterize it and are often associated with retirement. I’m 66 now and feel like I am still just starting. There is so much to do! Age 100—here I come!
This will tell you about reaching 100– https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs1a8tFsvdc

Old age is in stages:
Early-old (65-74).
Middle-old (75-84).
Late-old (85-99).
YOU’RE THERE! (100+).
     
The Finish line? 

Don’t live like the finish line is breathing down your neck; remember, there is no finish line.
Live like you’ve just been handed the rarest treasure on earth:
This very day, unwrapped and waiting.

Dance with it.
Laugh with it.
Build something wild and wonderful out of it.
Because today isn’t a countdown—it’s a confetti cannon.
     
Death—what a curious curtain call! It’s when the body takes its final bow, the orchestra of heartbeats, breaths, and blinks going still. Every living thing eventually joins the grand finale, returning its borrowed stardust to the universe. And once the show’s over, the body begins its slow dance back into the earth—an encore of change, not disappearance.
   
When I die, I don’t want to be boxed away or buried beneath a marble nameplate–What a waste of space on the earth. No, I want to return—to melt back into the wild hum of creation. Let my body rest among trees and moss, where roots can weave through me and insects can celebrate a feast of renewal. ✨

      

That feels like the most authentic living—feeding the same Earth that once fed me. I like to imagine wildflowers springing from where I return, bright and unbothered, a little whisper of joy in the wind. Death, to me, isn’t an ending—it’s a continuation, a homecoming, a soft reunion with everything that’s ever breathed or bloomed.
     
Encouraging perspectives on death emphasize that love creates an enduring connection, that a life well-lived is never truly forgotten, and that death is a natural part of Life’s cycle rather than a complete end. Words of encouragement focus on the lasting legacy of loved ones through memories and their continued influence, framing death as a transition and a reminder to live each moment fully.

✨ STILL BEGINNING, ALWAYS BECOMING ✨

As you may know, I’ve never placed my faith in the gods humanity has invented. Thousands of them have come and gone, carved from imagination and hope—but I’ve yet to see one step out of myth and into proof.
     
One of the latest is Jesus as god. This unproven idea is far from me.
I always ask a believer who is trying to convert me–
“Tell me your one BEST reasonable and rational proof of your god”.
and
“Tell me why I should believe in this god”.
No one ever has an answer.  Do you?  Let me know.
     
And you know what? That’s fine. If there is a god, that god would understand how my mind works and send me a version worth following. Until then, I’ll keep living as though life itself is the divine spark, and creation is my prayer.  
      

I’ve long believed no one should be able to leave this planet without first adding something to it—something that feeds, inspires, or lifts others. I’ve written books that help people grow; others raise children who will carry the light forward. And, I hope this blog lifts people (YOU!). ✨

    
However you do it—through art, kindness, laughter, or guidance—leave the world a little better because you passed through. You get this one chance, make it happen! Make the change to a better Earth for future populations! ✨

     

Maybe your gift is a smile that softens a stranger’s day, a story that stirs someone’s courage, a hand that lifts another from the dark. It doesn’t have to be grand or loud—ripples begin quietly, in the small moments where love meets action.

    

Let your life be a brushstroke of light across the canvas of time. Create, forgive, build, dance, plant, teach—whatever hums your heart and helps others. Every gesture, every word, every breath has the chance to grow beauty in places it’s been forgotten.✨
   
And when your footprints fade, may the path behind you shimmer with quiet light—proof that your laughter once danced there, your courage once burned bright, and your kindness left sparks for others to find their way by.

      

I miss my mom deeply, yet the memories she left shimmer like lanterns in my soul—each one a gentle reminder of her laughter, kindness, and love that still wraps around me like sunlight through the trees. She’s the best mom I could have ever had.
     
Even though Mom’s no longer here in body, her spirit still hums in the background—soft as wind through trees—reminding me: keep going, keep loving, keep shining. I hope my sister, Willow, feels that warmth, too. Mom raised us all with a steady heart. ✨

     

Families can twist and tangle, but love has its own straight line. Willow and I share a lifetime of memories, even if we didn’t share a father. For me, she’s always been blood, full stop. We grew up side by side, and I still carry that bond. I love you, Kath—always have, always will.

      

Sandy, my other sister, came into my life differently—same dad, different mom—but still part of the same wide story. We didn’t grow up together, so she feels a bit like a cousin, though the affection runs deep. She’s in her eighties now, standing strong through her husband’s dementia, still the same kind soul. ‍♀️

     

And my brothers … Mike and Gary. Both gone too soon. Mike was running across a freeway when he was hit and killed. My brother, Gary, was taken when he rolled a jeep while off-roading. No seat belt–drinking beer–watch out! The eerie twist is that my older brother’s son was with Gary when they rolled the vehicle; they died together. Gary and I shared both parents; losing him felt like losing part of my own reflection. ️

      

Through all this, the thread remains—family, in all its shapes and silences. The ones who left, the ones who stay, the ones who whisper from beyond: keep shining. See your own family this way and help whoever you can to grow bigger and better.

       

Let the warmth of your kindness linger like sunlight after rain. May laughter echo in the spaces you once filled, and may the seeds you planted—in hearts, in hopes, in tiny corners of the world—keep growing long after you’ve gone. Leave this world a better place for all future humans. 

      

Because every gentle word, every brave choice, every spark of joy you shared becomes part of something larger. The glow you leave behind isn’t just memory—it’s momentum. It reminds others to walk a little softer, to dream a little wilder, and to keep the world blooming.
   
So what if you’ve just turned 88? Big deal—you’re still smack in the middle of the adventure! You’ve got stories to write, skies to watch, and laughter to spill. Some people haven’t yet been dazzled by your smile or touched by your kindness—so, yes, your mission continues. I plan to live past 100 myself, stirring the cosmic soup, planting outrageous seeds of joy, and watching what blooms.
     
Each sunrise still whispers, “Try again. Begin again.” And I listen. Every single day feels like page one of a brand-new chapter, because it is. You could live that way, too—because life keeps rewarding those who keep showing up, curious and unafraid.✨
   
Age doesn’t close doors—it paints them brighter.This is the room where I do much of my therapy. 

So open today’s door wide.
There’s light waiting to meet you.

      
Physical changes toward death >>
Increased sleep: A person may sleep 16 to 18 hours daily.
Reduced appetite and thirst: As the body’s metabolism slows, food and water intake decrease significantly, sometimes to small sips or bites.
Weight loss is common as the body requires less energy.
Decreased activity: They may become weaker and less active, preferring to sit quietly or lie in bed.
Skin color changes: Circulatory changes can cause limbs to appear pale, purplish, or blotchy.
Lowered body temperature: Body temperature may be reduced by a degree or more.
Mental and emotional changes
Confusion or disorientation: They may experience confusion or disorientation.
Introspection: It’s common for people to become more reflective about their lives.

      

For me, a funeral should be a celebration time, a “FUNeral”; often it is sadness and crying. I have to admit, though, I cried at the last get-together for my mom on her death. In my mind, I kept repeating, “Mom should be here now!” Rather than tears and sadness, every death should be a celebration of the life this person lived.
     
And you, reading this, start celebrating your life now!
Keep it growing until your death (and beyond). 

Get to the things you delight in and the people you love. 

Constantly think of your life beginning again—BECAUSE IT IS! 

=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.

A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >> 

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly,
You cease forever to be able to do it.”
– Eckhart Tolle
   
“Death should be a celebration time for the person’s life.”
– Kit Summers
   
“Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad,
But it’s everything in between that makes it all worth living.”
– J. M. Barriem
   
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine.
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
– Bob Marley
   
“I’m not afraid of death;
I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
― Woody Allen
     
“To the well-organized mind,
Death is but the next great adventure.”
― J.K. Rowling
   
“Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness, errors, and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds.
It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin
   
“I wish it had not happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times.
But that is not what they decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time given us.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
 
“I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die.
So let me live my life the way I want to.”
― Jimi Hendrix
   
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life.
A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
― Mark Twain
   
“There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not a mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are the messengers of overwhelming grief,
of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”
– Washington Irving
   
“I watch the ripples change their size.
But never leave the stream.
Of warm impermanence”
– David Bowie
   
“It is not death that a man should fear,
But he should fear never beginning to live!”
– Marcus Aurelius
     
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life.
A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
– Mark Twain
   
“Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.”
– Anonymous
   
“I would rather die a meaningful death than live a meaningless life.”
– Anonymous
   
“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”
– Marcus Aurelius
   
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
– Mark Twain
   
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
– Thomas Campbell
   
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”
– Unknown
   
“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.”
– Emily Dickinson
   
“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
– Albert Pike
   
“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
– Anonymous
       
“For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.”
– Anonymous
   
“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear… Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”
– Tecumseh
   
“Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.” – William Shakespeare.
   
“Death smiles at us all, but all a man can do is smile back.”
– Anonymous
   
“Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.”
– Anonymous
       
  “I would rather die a meaningful death than live a meaningless life.”
– Anonymous

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift instantly—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, glittering messes, and full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
   
10/18–Right now, the guy across the hall from me is moaning and screaming like he is in pain. They tell me he is not. His brain injury left him like this, so sad it is. Come to think of it, I could have been damaged like this man—a scary thought.
   
I just watched Rain Man, an excellent flick, for a few hours.
   
I ordered and received 10 juggling bean bag balls today. These are from https://higginsbrothers.com/; some excellent things to juggle with. With these bean-bean balls, you do not have to run after them when and if you drop. I got an enormous size, about 3 inches each.

I’m looking forward to throwing them around.
   
When I was starting and in my first years of juggling, I used Viceroy Lacrosse Balls. These had a good bounce, and I had to learn to juggle without dropping. I would have to run after them to retrieve the ball I dropped.
   
Some years later, I got Brian Dube https://www.dube.com/ to start making and selling silicone balls. These balls are excellent to juggle, but they are over $30 each! (and well worth it.) They have an incredible bounce and a good feel in your hand.
     
10/19–Sunday moves at its sleepy pace, like the world taking a long, slow breath. ️
     
I spent the day pouring myself into this blog—my little love letter to life–to you! Every word and idea is meant to lift you higher, to remind you that even endings can glow with beauty and meaning. The topic is death, yes—but not as darkness. I’m shaping it as a celebration, a return, a transformation. My death, when it comes, will be a wild, fantastic event—my final dance with the universe.
   
Still, I’ll be honest. It’s quiet here. Too quiet sometimes. Loneliness sits beside me like a shadow, but instead of fearing it, I try to talk to it—to listen. Maybe that’s where love grows strongest, in the spaces where we wait to be seen.
     
You’re part of why I write—neither of us should feel alone.
     
10/20 — A Day of Dirt, Drops, and Determination!
Slept till 5 a.m.—that’s practically a lazy Sunday sleep-in for me.
The morning stretched like a yawn, full of small mysteries waiting to be solved.

9:00 a.m. — Detective Duo: The Case of the Chewed Leaves
Terrie and I grabbed our invisible magnifying glasses and headed to the garden. The tomato leaves looked like someone had been snacking on them—nature’s version of vandalism! We staked up the little green dreamers, giving them the backbone they deserved, and planned a Neem oil rescue mission. Those plants are fighters, and honestly, I love that about them. 

10:00 a.m. — Brain Gymnastics: The Game of “Set”
Next came “Set”—a wild parade of colors, shapes, and shades.
My brain? Refused to play along. It was like juggling fog.
I didn’t win, but not every circus act earns applause.

11:00 a.m. — Gravity’s Revenge: Juggling on the Lawn
Then Maryann and I crossed the street—freedom just a few careful steps away. The big lawn called out, green and wide, my old stage returned. But today? Gravity had attitude. Three clubs turned into thirty. Still, the air smelled of possibility, and the talk of independence—crosswalk, inhaler, sidewalk—felt like steps toward my open horizon.

Energy: Missing in Action
Something in me was running on empty today.
No clue why.
The universe might hit pause for a bit.
Even jugglers need a breath between tosses.

Afternoon: Cornhole Carnival
Later came the Cornhole competition—ten players, flying beanbags, and laughter bouncing off the walls. I didn’t play, but I helped. Watching them find joy in simple throws was enough. There’s beauty in standing behind the curtain, cheering others on.

Noon-ish — The Hungry Hour
Lunch is marching this way, and I’m ready to greet it like an old friend. ️

Even when the rhythm’s off, the heart keeps time.
Today wasn’t perfect—but it was alive.
     
10/21 — 8 a.m., The broom brigade rolled through early, sweeping the hallway like a quiet parade. I always toss a “thank you” their way. Sure, it’s their job, but gratitude costs nothing and leaves a shine behind it. A simple thank you polishes both sides of the moment.
     
At 9 a.m., I dove into “Cognitive Group.” Lilly led the charge—eight of us, all graduates of the Brain Scramble Academy, exploring the quirks and gaps of memory. Today’s prize find: “Anosognosia”. A mouthful, right? It means being unaware of your own condition—like denial’s fancy cousin with a medical degree. I tucked it in my vocabulary pocket with a grin. New words always taste good. Denial, me? Well…
   
After that, Terrie gathered the troops for a Publix expedition. Our mission: gather supplies to make delicious chocolate chip cookies. (I’m the designated baker; brace for delicious chaos.) Along the aisles, we chatted about the big leap back into the “real world.” Strange how that place, once ordinary, now feels like a wild frontier. Memory’s the map I’ll need to redraw.
   
I skipped the official exercise group at 11 and decided to bring the gym to my room instead. I got my little corner set up just right. Who needs a class when you’ve got stubbornness and floor space?
 
Tomorrow—who knows?
More words.
Maybe more cookies.
Maybe both.
   
10/22 — The Morning Glow
Awoke around 1 a.m.—quiet hours, when the world still hums softly beneath the surface. Rising slowly, I stepped into the main room and was greeted by a nurse poking her head in to check on me. I teased her—”Making sure I’m still alive?” We both smiled. It’s good to be seen, even in the small hours.
   
I’d forgotten to bring the trash can into the room last night, and sure enough, the “trash bag fairies” had struck again—gone with the whole bag; it was nearly empty! It’s a funny little reminder: even waste has its ways of teaching us to be mindful. I’ll keep the can with me tonight.
   
Across the hall, Bob began his usual morning soundtrack—groans and mutterings spilling into the quiet. His injury keeps him trapped inside thoughts that twist and turn, but maybe, deep down, there’s still a flicker of life that hums just like the rest of us. I like to think so.
   
Each day here, I try to find a spark—a reason to grin, to notice, to care. Even a stolen trash bag or a midnight check-in carries its own strange beauty. The world keeps spinning, and I’m still part of its rhythm. And that, right there, is enough to start the day with hope.
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With Terry’s help, I made a batch of my chocolate chip cookies.
Make some, you will love them.
Kit’s Chocolate Chip Cookies
Mix:
4 sticks of butter, melted in a microwave
4 eggs, broken up with a fork
1/4 cup Kalua
1/4 cup vanilla
2 teaspoons of baking soda
1 teaspoon of salt
Then, in a different bowl. Mix:
1 1/2 cup sugar
1 1/2 cup brown sugar
5  cups of flour
Then mix the two as you add 4 cups of chocolate chips.
Bake at 325 for 16 minutes.
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Then I laughed at myself—why did I make those irresistible cookies when I’m trying to lose weight? The smell alone was a calorie.Still, I’ve got a plan: share the sweetness, keep just enough to taste. Generosity as portion control, right? You in for one—or two?
The cookies turned out to be my OT workout for the day—mix, stir, lift, repeat.
   
Later, Maryann and I traded the kitchen for the gym: balance and weights—my duet with gravity. Every rep felt like a reminder that I’m still strong, still moving, still becoming. The best part? I learned I can drop by anytime to use the free weights. My kind of open-door policy. Strength, waiting right down the hall, ready for another round. ✨
         
APRIL’S BABY–REMEMBER?
Oh, Kit — what a bright spark of news.
This blog is mainly written about death, but there is life today!
       
A new life, fresh as morning light. Your granddaughter, Penelope Mae, is already weaving her name into the story of your family—seven pounds of promise, twenty inches of wonder — and a love that just multiplied.
       
You’ve walked countless roads, juggled a thousand dreams, and now here she is — a new heartbeat carrying your rhythm forward. The world just got a little softer, a little wider, a little more possible.
     
April and Jake must be glowing, tired, and amazed in that way only new parents know. Soon you’ll see that tiny face on the screen — those first small gestures that will anchor your heart in a whole new way.
     
Yes, a happy guy you are.
And with good reason —
Your legacy just learned to smile.
     
Here comes the evening rambling and sounds from Bob across the hall.
He gets so loud and sounds like he is in pain most of the time–I am told he is not.
This is definitely not pleasant to listen to. In other words, get me outta here!
   
A Day of Movement, Mind, and Mischief
The morning kicked off with Maura in OT at the gym, 9 to 10 a.m. She pulled out a restaurant catalog for a “visual scanning” game—basically, a scavenger hunt through a sea of salt shakers and soup spoons. My brain wasn’t thrilled, but I did it anyway. Missed two items—mystery still unsolved! Then we escaped to greener pastures, watering plants that seemed far more alive than that catalog.
   
Next came Lilly at 10 a.m.—sharp mind, kind eyes. We’re crafting a new therapy structure together, a bit like rebuilding a bridge while still walking across it. She noticed some memory quirks in me that I hadn’t caught. I nodded, though part of me whispered, “Really?”
   
By 11:30, it was gym time again with Maryann. Balance work—my eternal tango with gravity. Turns out I tilt my head slightly left, like a confused pigeon. She’s helping me retrain that habit, step by steady step. Later, she and I hunted down a board to slide under my chair cushion—suddenly, I’m sitting taller, prouder. My sister Willow will be happy; she’s been after me about posture for ages.
     
The afternoon brought the big conference call:
Eight people, including my daughter Jasmine and Myles.
The topic? Me.
My progress, my challenges, my memory.
Everyone’s kind but serious.
The consensus: “Kit’s memory has some gaps.”
My view: “I’m fine, just busy being brilliant.”
The funny thing is, I still feel like I am in jail while here.

Every day, I keep learning—about plants, posture, balance, and, yes, patience.
Even the boring bits have hidden sparks if I look closely enough. ✨
Life can be a pleasure trip for you, if you make it that way.
     
As usual, up by 3am. Four or five hours of sleep each night are enough for me, there are more important things to be concerned about. Either way, your LONG sleep will be here before you know it, so get to things you desire before that point.
   
Bob, across the hallway, is already making his moaning sounds like he is hurting. I guess in his mind he is, because of his brain injury, mixed up. Some of the other people staying here have escorts who are always with them. When I was first here I did, what a strange thing that was.
     
In OT with Maura in the gym. This took place between 9 am-10 am. We went through a restaurant catalog, and I had to match some things up. Boring for me, but I did it. There were a few errors, which surprised me. These errors occurred because the correct item was not found. I missed two items and couldn’t find them.  This was to help with visual scanning.
We went out to check on and water the plants,
 
From 10-10:30, I met with Lilly. We are working on a new therapy structure, and I am learning it. She did point out a few memory things I need help with.
   
10/24–11:30 PT with Maryan in the gym. We did more balance exercises, and mine was way off. Maryann noticed a while ago that I often tilt my head to the left, just a little. I guess my body took this to be normal, which is going to be hard to correct over time.
 
Then we went up to my residence (where I lay my head) and found a small board to place under the cushion. This makes me sit up taller when I am on the computer. I do sit up better this way. My sister, Willow, has also been concerned about my posture. I hope I am settling her mind.
   
This afternoon, there was a conference call with about 8 people, including some of my therapists. My Daughter, Jasmine, was also on the call, as well as Myles. A number of subjects were discussed about how I am doing. Mainly, it seems, they are finding my memory is defective. I don’t see that, myself, but there you go.
     
10/24–Sadly, just a couple of therapies set up for today.
Right now, I am outside Lillie’s door at 11:25 for speech therapy, my normal five minutes early. And, as usual, the therapist was five minutes late. We basically just talked. He hadn’t prepared any educational speech material, so there wasn’t any.
     
As I often do, I arrived 15 minutes early.
2 pm, Maryann and I went across the street so I could throw 3 clubs. Throwing the 3 clubs was not the problem; catching them is a different story. I was to the p; point where I could, pretty easily, keep 3 clubs going for twenty throws, then I would do a fancy finish. Today, I was lucky if I got 5 throws.

I had taught Maryann to juggle 3 balls in the past; she did about as well as I did, not a good day for juggling.
   
I could make excuses about being too old, but I won’t.

 The Garden of Becoming  
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
Everyone should have their own garden.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8—Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own earth isn’t just food—it’s triumph wrapped in crunch. It’s a declaration that patience, soil, and a little faith can produce flavors no store can sell. Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil perfuming your hands, strawberries gleaming like rubies beneath their crowns—miracles disguised as everyday bites.
   
And the enchantment doesn’t end outside. Indoors, life sneaks into any crack of light it can find. Herbs on the sill glow like emerald lanterns. Mason jars turn into miniature jungles. A stray pot of mint dares you to taste the freshness in your water glass seconds after plucking. Growth improvises, adapts, insists.
   
A salad bar sprouting within arm’s reach of your sink.
A curtain of green where once was bare glass.
And tiny jungles humming in corners of your home.
   
Growth never truly stops—it just shifts form. Begin with a pot, a box, a borrowed square of dirt. Watch what happens, not only to the soil, but to you as well. Because in caring for life, you’ll find your own edges softened, your clock slowed, your days reminded of this truth:
Life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

MY NEXT CHAPTERS
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I have at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve postponed.
     
WHAT’S YOUR NEXT SPARK?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
Talk with people about death — theirs and yours.
What will happen to you upon your death?
With joy — Write your final will.
Make it a celebration of a life still in motion.
Because facing death entirely is how we learn to live wildly, deeply, joyfully—now.
     
Next week >>​BLOG 348–How to Keep Your Taste Buds Happy

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

 

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✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 346–See All the Beauty Around You
A masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!

I write, create, and share to inspire us to pause together, look at LIFE differently,
and grow taller on the inside. My mission is to show that living differently and
living better is not just possible—it’s essential.
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MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, still loving, still lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.

THE PAST?   ☎️
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your Life.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
   
THE FUTURE?  
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
     
AND THE PRESENT?   
Ah, this is your playground!
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨Because life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, too quirky, too electric to keep to myself! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that just won’t quit.
   
PROOF!
✨Every change I walk through is proof: I can adapt, I can rise, I can keep shaping life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they are upgrades, invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. You can do the same! 

I’VE MET CHANGE TOO MANY TIMES.
CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
     
Make any changes you can to improve your life!
Embrace change and use it as a tool to shape a more fulfilling life.

       

THE BEAM
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
Change boldly. Aim for magnificence.
You don’t get a rerun of this life—so advance, evolve, reinvent.
I’m not some drill sergeant barking at you—I’m the flashlight buddy.

THE MAP?
Forget the stiff, folded kind.
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks. 

Get ’em tiger! 

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >> 

My new friend, Brett, works at NR as a nurse, but his life has taken many other directions. He told me today about his website, https://www.brettarquette.com/. I am quite impressed with this person.
He said he works just two days a week here, mainly for the medical insurance coverage.

Jessica wrote this to me. How nice.
“Yours is the Best Blog on the planet.”
She is also an author, look her up.
http://www.jessicaetaylor.org

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In this current blog, many of the photos are mine.
I love traveling in the wilderness, and I have gone to every national park in the US.
I got to experience nature a lot (I write, with a smile on my face).
   
In this blog, you will find words about finding Beauty. Yes, every person sees things differently, but beauty is there. I have found beauty in my new love, Miyuki. We met through Facebook, and a great love has developed between us. You will learn more in the future.
   
As you see and make beauty in the world, you will never grow old. As you do that, your childhood life will come back. Involve that childhood wonder, and you will never have another care or worry, ever. As you see things differently, you still have that in your being.
    
You can find beauty in everything and anything.
You may need to change your view, but it is there. 
Including you, you are beautiful, never forget.

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BLOG 346–See All the Beauty Around You
     
The Art of Seeing Beauty

In my life, I pay attention to beauty—not as decoration, but as a lifeline.
I’ve learned to search for the fragile architecture of wonder hiding in plain sight:
the lacework of light through leaves,
the hush before a bird sings,
the small, exquisite things that whisper instead of shout.

I didn’t always live this way.
For years, I moved through the world like a ghost.
With my eyes half shut.
   
Every morning is a wild invitation—an open door to step through and start again.
And, you get this chance every day!
The sun doesn’t ask for permission to rise; it just does. So should you.
   
Joy isn’t something you wait to feel—it’s something you spark, like striking a match in your own chest. You create it through motion, curiosity, laughter, and even small acts of wonder.
Look for the beauty, it is there.
     
When you move toward what excites you,
The whole world leans in.
Every leaf turns your way.
Every flower smells more spectacular.
Every possibility hums louder.
     
So, stand taller today.
Smile for no reason.
Try the thing that scares you just enough to make your heart beat louder.
You are not behind; you are becoming.

    
For me, looking away was easier.

It was survival.
Facing the world is hard.
When life feels too loud, beauty hides behind a veil—and I let it.

    

But something changed when I set out to visit every national park in the continental U.S.

There, among mountains and deserts and endless skies, I relearned how to see.
Beauty is not a fixed address—it’s perspective.
          

To some, it’s a city skyline.

To me, it’s the wilderness—raw, unpolished, honest.

The real truth? We each build our own cathedral of beauty.
   
Start by noticing what already makes life beautiful—small things, quiet ones.
That noticing grows into gratitude, and gratitude reshapes the day.
A beautiful life isn’t a prize for getting everything right.
It’s a practice.
Keep wonder alive.
Stay curious–even about the ordinary.

Tend your inner garden.
Feed your mind with good stories, good thoughts.
Your body with movement, your heart with connection.
     
You are the gardener; plant the right seeds and make sure they are nourished.
As they grow, your life will grow.
Will your seeds become a tree, a flower, or a vegetable?

Create things. It doesn’t matter if they’re perfect—beauty lives in the making.
Let go often. Stuff, grudges, plans that calcify—release them. Beauty needs space.
Love wildly. People, places, ideas—let them know they matter.
    
And the truest thing: a beautiful life isn’t found.
It’s composed, one small, brave choice at a time.
You are the artist of your life — get to work!

START NOW TO DESIGN THE LIFE THAT YOU WANT!
YOU SEE, IT IS YOU WHO MAKES YOUR OWN WORLD.
SEE AND MAKE THE BEAUTY YOU ARE LOOKING FOR. 

Begin at home.
Shape your surroundings into a place that lifts you.
Let your walls hold memories that make you smile.
You deserve to wake each day somewhere that loves you back.

KEEP EVERYTHING, INCLUDING YOUR LIFE, CLEAN AND ORGANIZED.  

After my accident and the 37-day coma that rewrote my world,
I had to find beauty again—from the ground up.
There was still beauty there; I had to find it.
The climb back to life was steep and wild.

My coma wasn’t just an interruption.
It was a forced apprenticeship in surrender.
This strange intruder took so much from me.

Thirty-seven days where my body breathed but my will had to wait its turn.
I learned what survival sounds like when it’s silent.
I learned that the mind, even when broken,
Still hums with stubborn light.
That time still stretches differently when you’re not steering it.

Coming back—each blink, each twitch.
Each reclaimed memory was proof that consciousness isn’t all-or-nothing.
It’s a climb—a re-entry.
I woke into a life that had to be rebuilt piece by piece.

So, the lessons?
That fragility and strength can wear the same face.
That curiosity—the question “What else can I do?”—is oxygen.
The beauty hides in the most minor victories:
A muscle remembering, a thought returning, a laugh surfacing.

And the most humbling lesson: being alive is not a guarantee, it’s a daily invitation.
What lesson still echoes the loudest for me when I think back on those 37-days?
“Yes, you can make it back! Look for beauty and joy.”
But beauty met me halfway, in every sunrise and every kind hand.

Recovery taught me this:
When you’ve been to the edge and returned.
Every color seems brighter.
Every moment feels borrowed and precious.

A beautiful life isn’t luck—it’s craft.
It’s gratitude, connection, creativity, and care.
It’s choosing what aligns with your soul,
and letting the rest fall away like autumn leaves.

There was a time when fear narrowed my sight.
Now I know: beauty widens it.
Even in pain, there is texture.
Even in loss, there is light.
So, each day, notice something lovely >> 

A passing cloud.
The taste of rain.
A juggling ball while it flies.
The laughter of someone nearby.
Let beauty be your teacher, your mirror, your quiet prayer.

Tell someone they are beautiful–And Mean it.
Give them a good look.
Notice their spark, their eyes, their way of carrying the world.
You’ll see—the compliment loops back and fills you too.

Because when you genuinely start to see beauty.
You realize—it was never gone.
Only waiting for you to look again.
Remember, you are the one to bring beauty into your life.

=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.

A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>
     
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful.
We must carry it with us or we find it not.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
   
“Beauty is not in the face.
Beauty is a light in the heart.”
~Kahlil Gibran
   
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful.
We must carry it with us or we find it not.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Beauty is not in the face.
Beauty is a light in the heart.”
~Kahlil Gibran
   
“The simple things are also the most extraordinary,
and only the wise can see them.”
~Paulo Coelho
   
“We’re afraid of pain–we all are.
But, all the good stuff–all the wisdom
And the courage we need to become the
people we need to be next–is actually
inside the pain.”
~Glennon Moyle Delton
   
“The broken will always be able to love harder than most.
Once you have been in the dark.
You learn to appreciate everything that shines.”
~Zachry K. Douglas
   
“Life will always be hard.
And life will also always be beautiful.”
~Cheryl Strayed
   
“Consider and act with reference to the proper ends of existence.
This world is but the vestibule of an immortal life.
Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.”
~Edwin Hubbell Chapin
   
“If you sense there must be more, there is more.”
~Alan Cohen
     
“Once you reach the summit of your own heart, you will see beauty is everywhere.”
~Bryant McGill
     
“Beauty is everywhere, a welcome guest.”
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
     
“Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing again. And in between the amazing and the awful, it’s ordinary, mundane, and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living, heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.”
~L.R. Knost

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!                                                                                                  LOOK CLOSELY–THERE I AM
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.       
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, your glittering messes, your full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
   
10/11-Saturday drifted in slow and quiet—an empty stage between acts.

Brett Arquette showed up again, and for a moment, the air got brighter. I had him juggling, the rhythm just starting to click—one, two, three—and then poof, he got whisked away for something else. The scarves hit the floor, but hey, that’s juggling: sometimes gravity wins the round.
     
Usually, I am set up to go out on the big lawn out front to juggle, but the rains in Florida have been extensive since I arrived. Today, again, the grass is wet.
   
10/12–As I awoke, I strolled on into the front area, where I keep my trash. I forgot to bring the can into the bedroom, and, of course, it was emptied; only a quarter full, it was. It is minimal, but I hate waste; they wasted another trash bag. I will have to remember to bring it into the bedroom with me at night.
     
10/13 — Growth, Grounded in the Garden
From 10:30 to 11:00, I worked with Terrie in OT on our garden project. There’s something so grounding about tending to life and watching it grow—it’s therapy for both body and soul. Afterward, I focused on the visual search board. It’s designed to strengthen focus, impulse control, and precision. I needed strong structure and guidance here, but I could feel my control sharpening with each round—every small win matters.

10/14 — Finding Balance, Inside and Out ⚖️
This morning, Maryann and I worked on balance. You’d think walking a straight line would be easy—but my brain had other plans.
   
Every step reminded me how delicate the balance really is. We also tried a new machine that measures the pressure of each foot, like a mirror showing where my strength lies, and where it falters. I held steady longer than I expected—progress, quiet but real.
     
Later, I met with Lilly for speech therapy. That session hit home. We looked at memory again, and I couldn’t recall what I’d done yesterday. It stung. My thoughts seem to melt together like watercolor—beautiful but blurry. Lilly reminded me: Details anchor memory. The more I write, the more I describe, the stronger my recall becomes. I’m rebuilding, word by word.
“Knowing what you’re working on—and how you’re improving—is the most important thing.”
—Lilly’s reminder
     
Then I saw Sean, freshly awake from his coma. He just wanted to sleep. I remember that stage—your body heavy with the fog of survival, not yet ready for the brightness of living. Seeing him reminded me of how far I’ve come. Maybe not far enough for my liking, but far nonetheless.    
   
11am-Time for a game of Bingo. The grand clash of chance and chatter. Numbers popped like popcorn—B17! N32!—and I marked my card with the solemn precision of a Vegas pro.
I didn’t win.
Not even close.
But I did laugh at the drama of it all—grown adults gasping at an O-69 like it was divine revelation. Sometimes the point isn’t to win—it’s to wake up a quiet afternoon with a spark of ridiculous joy.
       
Maura—sorry I missed our 2:00.
Sounds like you were ready to dive into the same waves I’ve already been swimming through—memory, focus, control, all that good mind-muscle work.
     
That could be the thing about progress: it loops back. We circle familiar ground, but each time we arrive with a little more strength, a little more grace. So even if I missed today’s round, I’ll keep moving forward—curious, steady, ready for what’s next.
   
Lilly’s Notes (with a Spark!) ✨
Today, we dove into your document together, making sure you’re carrying over your memory strategies and building them into a daily habit. That’s the real goal — to strengthen your recall one detailed note at a time!
   
Remember: details are gold. The more specific you are about what you did and how you did it, the easier it becomes to remember and build on those steps next time. Think of it as planting little memory seeds that grow stronger each day.
     
Every sentence you write helps you connect the dots between what you’re learning, what’s working, and what can improve next. Keep at it — you’re training your brain to be sharper, clearer, and more powerful than ever.
   
10/15—Up early, as always.
   
At 9 a.m., I met with Lilly again. She offered a few ideas to help me remember things—like setting alarms on my phone or computer. Still, missing that 2:00 appointment with Maura yesterday gnaws at me a bit.
   
The afternoon brought sessions with Maura and Terrie. First came a sales flyer game—guessing prices for random items. Honestly? Pretty dull. Still, I played along. At one point, even Maura noticed the answers were wrong, and mine were right. Small victory there.
   
After that, I escaped outside to the garden. The plants looked thirsty, so I grabbed the watering can and gave them a good drink. They’ll need a hose extension soon—their roots are stretching, and they deserve a steady flow, not a trickle.
   
Then it was back to my room—my kingdom of words—and I started typing these for you. Truth be told, I don’t exactly love it here. But hey, this is my current chapter, so I might as well decorate the margins with a bit of sparkle.
   
Funny thing, though: Life’s like rearranging furniture in your mind. Don’t like the view? Move the couch. Hate the neighborhood? Build a treehouse somewhere else. You’re the author and the architect. The pen and the paintbrush are in your hands—so scribble, splash, rewrite, and make the world fit you, not the other way around.
 
One bright thread in the tapestry of being here is that I get to write this blog for you — to send little sparks of thought across the space between us. Every word I write reaches out like a hand through the fog, hoping to touch your life, to make you pause, smile, or see the world in a slightly different hue.
   
It’s not just writing; it’s breathing purpose into the quiet hours. It’s taking the ordinary — a morning sunbeam, a stray memory, a new idea — and shaping it into something that might stir your heart for a moment.
   
Being here gives me time — yes — but more than that, it gives me connection. Your reading these words is proof that even in stillness, life keeps moving, keeps shimmering. And that’s breathtaking.
     
10/16–Lilly swooped in like a tech angel with a halo made of USB cords and righteous determination. She breathed life back into my computer, coaxing it to talk again—literally! Now, with my headset perched snugly like a pilot about to take off, I’m cleared for takeoff on Runway Communication. ✈️
   
The first “hello?” that came through my speakers sounded like a choir of opportunity. Who knew a dial tone could feel like a standing ovation? Connection restored, world expanded—suddenly, I can reach anyone, anywhere. I might just call myself to celebrate (or call you!)
   
Meanwhile, from across the hall comes the soundtrack of another universe—the man whose cries rise and fall like waves crashing on the shore of his mind. Some days he’s a storm, other days a whispering breeze. I listen, not out of pity, but with wonder. We’re all tuning our instruments in this strange symphony of recovery. Some play jazz, some play noise, all of us trying to remember the melody of ourselves.
 
Then, life decided to test my flexibility—again. My dentist appointment performed a magic trick: poof! Moved from 1:30 to 10:30 without warning. One minute I’m sipping tea, the next I’m sprinting into oral destiny. A quick message to Myles, a dash of confusion, and somehow it all clicked into place. I still don’t know why I was even there. Maybe the universe just wanted to see if I could juggle time as well as clubs. (Spoiler: I can.) Sorry, I missed our appointment, Maryann. My teeth had other plans.
   
And yet—amidst the headset heroics, hallway operas, and dental time travel—something bright hums underneath it all. These tiny misadventures, stitched together, form a quilt of grace disguised as chaos. Maybe that’s what life really is: a series of oddball moments testing our ability to laugh, adapt, and keep our wonder alive.
   
So here’s to the beautiful mess. One headset, one shout, one temporal hiccup—and still, a good day. Because maybe the point isn’t to make sense of it all. Maybe it’s to keep dancing through the nonsense and calling it progress.
   
Today I saw Dr. Barinder Mahal. He is basically the on-call doctor for Neuro Restorative. I don’t see him very often; perhaps that’s a good thing.
         
10/17 — Slept until about 5 a.m.—that’s late for me! The world was already stirring when I opened my eyes, light just beginning to spread its quiet magic. I’ve always thought of sleep as a necessary pause, not a passion. My mind hungers for movement, ideas, and creation—dreaming with eyes open feels more my style. Still, I gave the night its due.
     
At 9 a.m., PT with Maryann, we continued the battle of balance—my daily dance with gravity. I wobbled, laughed, and kept going. Progress is slow, but it’s mine. We spoke about me getting out of here—a phrase that carries so much electricity. They still have their concerns about me being “out in the world,” which surprises me. For years since my accident, I’ve been out there—living, creating, thriving. I wonder what they’re afraid of. Change doesn’t scare me; stagnation does.
   
11:00 a.m.—Trivia Group was on the schedule. But the room stayed quiet, the remote went missing, and instead of waiting for something to happen, I took myself outside. The garden was calling. The air had that crisp, early-autumn freshness that wakes up every cell. The plants were stretching toward the sun, alive and growing—just like me.
     
Then, my eyes caught something that broke the spell—cigarette butts scattered on the ground. Such carelessness stings a bit. The earth gives us so much, and still some people treat it like a trash can. Smoking itself is fading away—good riddance—but the habit of disregard lingers. I picked up what I could. Little acts of respect matter.
   
Later, Marlene came by to clean my space. She moves like a quiet storm of order and polish. I already keep things tidy—my little den of thought and calm—but she leaves everything gleaming. The floors look like they’re waiting for a dance. Yet, I didn’t ask Marlene to dance.
   
All in all, a day of small glories: a late wake-up, a wobbly workout, a missing remote turned into a garden visit, and floors that shine like morning light. Not bad for a man who refuses to sleep his life away. ✨

 The Garden of Becoming  
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8—Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own earth isn’t just food—it’s triumph wrapped in crunch. A declaration that patience, soil, and a little faith can produce flavors no store can sell. Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil perfuming your hands, strawberries gleaming like rubies beneath their crowns—miracles disguised as everyday bites.
   
And the enchantment doesn’t end outside. Indoors, life sneaks into any crack of light it can find. Herbs on the sill glow like emerald lanterns. Mason jars turn into miniature jungles. A stray pot of mint dares you to taste the freshness in your water glass seconds after plucking. Growth improvises, adapts, insists.
   
A salad bar sprouting within arm’s reach of your sink.
A curtain of green where once was bare glass.
And tiny jungles humming in corners of your home.
   
Growth never truly stops—it just shifts form. Begin with a pot, a box, a borrowed square of dirt. Watch what happens, not only to the soil, but to you as well. Because in caring for life, you’ll find your own edges softened, your clock slowed, your days reminded of this truth:
Life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

My Next Chapters
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.
     
What’s your next spark?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
Make your living area more pleasant to be in.
Where you live is the most crucial place in your life.
Start now to make it MAGNIFICENT!
Watch out, I might peek in on you.
       
Next week >> BLOG 347–I Don’t Want to Die, Do You?

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

 

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