BLOG 379–​Don’t Just Count the Days Until Your End

✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 379–​Don’t Just Count
The Days Until Your End

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By KIT SUMMERS — World-Class Juggler to World-Class Comeback

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Once upon a life, I made gravity nervous—
Headlining at Ballys, tossing clubs with a grin.
Seven of them. A world record—
Because physics loves a good insult. 😄
Then came the truck—the coma.
     
Thirty-seven silent days offstage.
And here I am now—not juggling clubs.
But throwing purpose, grit, and joy.
Balancing healing, catching courage.
Tossing hope sky-high. 🤹‍♂️


The mission grew bigger than applause.
Now I lift humans. I write to stay connected.
I write because it’s how I breathe.
If these words help you, too?
That’s magic catching air. 🎉
     
What’s next on Kit’s journey through life?
Back to juggling? Back to life?
Stay with Kit and find out.
Life can get better.
Life will get better. ✨

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It might make things easier if I added a table of contents. That way, you could jump directly to the sections that interest you most—like having a remote control for the circus inside my brain. I’m still figuring out how to add page numbers properly.
     
Somewhere inside this machine, tiny digital gremlins seem to be hiding the instructions from me. But don’t worry—I’m tracking them down and expect to have everything organized by the next blog post. At least now you can see the order of things. Progress, my friends, sometimes moves forward wearing clown shoes… but it still moves forward. 🎪✨ 

PART 1) THE BEGINNINGS — PAGE 1
PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK — PAGE
PART 3) BLOG 378 — BREAK THE SCRIPT — PAGE
PART 4) QUOTES — PAGE
PART 5) YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK — NEXT TO LAST PAGE
PART 6) NEXT WEEK’S BLOG — LAST PAGE
PART 7) FINAL THOUGHTS — LAST PAGE
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Every week, I try to create the very best blog I can—something that makes you laugh a little harder, think a little deeper, and step back into life carrying more hope than you had before. A spark of joy. A little
wisdom. A reminder that life is still full of possibilities. ✨
     
Because I don’t simply arrange words on a page—I try to breathe life into them.
The drops and catches over the years?
Can you feel it in the writing?
The miles traveled?
The hard lessons?
The laughter?
I hope so. 🎭
     
And if you ever miss a blog notification—or simply feel like wandering through a colorful museum of past adventures—visit kitsummers.com and dive into the blog section. Every post is sitting there like a tiny lit match waiting to brighten somebody’s day. ✨

And if the notifications ever become one juggling ball too many, just let me know and I’ll happily remove you from the list. No guilt. No drama. Just a graceful catch and release. Though I will miss you in the audience. 🎯🎪
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PART 1) THE BEGINNINGS
DON’T LIVE IN THE FUTURE OR THE PAST —
MAKE THE MOST OF THE MOMENT YOU’RE HOLDING RIGHT NOW!

The key to a good life is to learn to “change with the changes.”
If you do this, you are ready for anything.
Are you living in misery, or merely visiting it?
YOU are the one to make your own life better.
   
With all these words pouring out of me, I was starting to think I might have a future as an author. Then reality tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Kit… you already are one!” 🎪📚 I smiled and then started typing again.
   
But am I merely an author… or an offer? I may come at a bargain price; together, we could create something extraordinary in this world. Great things happen when the right people join hands, and I believe there is incredible magic waiting to be built. ✨
    SLEEP
Sleep still seems to be keeping its distance from me. I found myself awake just before midnight, eyes open while the rest of the world was supposed to be drifting off into dreamland. I had that familiar feeling of being awake while everyone else seemed to have boarded the train to Sleepville without me. So instead of fighting it, I simply sat with the moment and listened.
   
As you know, this is a hospital, so the night never truly sleeps. The hallways have their own strange rhythm—soft footsteps passing by, doors opening and closing, distant voices floating through the quiet, and little machines carrying on their endless conversations of beeps and buzzes.
   
Even while most of the world is tucked beneath blankets, this place continues its own midnight dance, moving to a rhythm that never quite stops. 🌙✨
 
Staff move up and down the hallways at all hours, checking on things, opening doors, and tending to the needs that never seem to rest. While much of the world is curled up beneath blankets and dreams, this place, and I, continue our quiet midnight dance. Look at that, someone sweeping the hallways at this late (or early) hour.
    THE WALK
Life sometimes makes you wonder if we are all walking through a dream wearing shoes. Days appear, disappear, and quietly drift behind us like clouds floating across a summer sky. One moment you are a child running barefoot through grass with the whole world stretched endlessly ahead, and the next moment you look in the mirror and wonder how the years have taught you to sprint so quickly.
     
Faces come and go, seasons change costumes, and entire chapters of life seem to slip by as though someone turned pages while we were not looking. You blink, and somehow yesterday is already waving from a distance.
   
But if life is a dream, it is not one we are meant to sleep through. Perhaps we are here to become vivid dreamers with our eyes wide open—to laugh loudly, love deeply, chase impossible ideas, and dance a little even when no music is playing.
   
And here is something worth remembering: do not just count the days until your end… make the days count while you are here. 🌟 Too many people slowly drift through life waiting for tomorrow, waiting for permission, waiting for “someday” to arrive. Meanwhile, life is happening right now, in this breath, this smile, this sunrise, this conversation, this chance to begin again.
    WHY?
The purpose is not to ask whether life is real, but to ask whether we are truly awake inside it. Too often, we move through our days like travelers half-asleep, following routines and checking boxes while the deeper music of life quietly plays in the background. We become so busy moving that we forget to notice where we are standing.
   
We drift through so many moments on autopilot—rushing, worrying, and endlessly chasing tomorrow—while today stands nearby waving its arms and shouting, “Hey, I’m happening right now!” Life has a funny way of tapping us on the shoulder while we stare in the opposite direction, searching for something bigger.
   
Life’s greatest mystery is not whether we are dreaming, but whether we are paying enough attention to notice the wonder already surrounding us. Tiny miracles sneak into our days all the time: a warm smile from a stranger, laughter arriving at exactly the right moment, sunlight slipping through a window, or hope quietly showing up after we thought it had packed its bags and left.
   
Because if this is a dream, then what a magnificent one it is: sunsets splashed across the sky as if a painter got carried away, unexpected friendships arriving like surprise gifts, second chances opening doors we thought were locked forever, and hearts that somehow keep finding reasons to hope.
      DREAM
So dream boldly, my friend—but do it with your feet planted firmly on the ground and your soul stretching joyfully toward the stars. Keep your eyes lifted toward what could be, but let your hands stay busy with what can be done today and your juggling. Great dreams are not built from wishing alone; they are built from small steps, steady effort, and the courage to keep moving even when the road twists and dips unexpectedly.
   
Reach for impossible things. Chase ideas that make your heart beat a little faster, and your spirit sit up in excitement. After all, every towering tree was once a tiny seed, and every great adventure began with someone willing to take the first uncertain step.
     
Dream with wonder, laugh along the way, and never be afraid to aim high. The stars have always loved those brave enough to look up while still having the wisdom to keep their feet on the path beneath them. ✨✨ =============================
   
PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
Kit’s Daily Delights — Inspiration, Freshly Served ✨

Every week, I sit down to map the days ahead—and every time, it begins the same way: a blank canvas. No guarantees. No script. Just a possibility waiting for color.
   
It still amazes me—that quiet moment before life takes shape. A few choices. A few conversations. A few unexpected turns. Suddenly, the empty canvas becomes a story. And here’s the beautiful truth: you’ve been handed that same canvas, too. Right now. Today. This moment.
   
You do not need permission to begin. You do not need perfect timing, perfect confidence, or a trumpet parade marching behind you. 🎺😄 Sometimes all it takes is one brave brushstroke—one kind act, one new idea, one small step forward.
     
So start now. Create the life YOU want while lifting others along the way. That’s where the real magic lives—one colorful day at a time. ✨ 🎨✨
       
>>>>>May 23
4:33 a.m., and Bob across the way has begun his daily awakening ritual — calling out nonsensical words into the quiet darkness. His mind seems to drift through places the rest of us cannot see, traveling roads known only to him.
     
Looking at him, it is easy to assume his world has grown smaller, that the horizon ahead has narrowed, and that little remains except the slow turning of time toward life’s final chapter. It would be easy to believe that his greatest moments are behind him and that the days ahead are merely pages waiting to be turned until the book quietly closes. Many people might look at him and see limitation, decline, or an ending slowly approaching. But I do not believe that for a second.
 
I believe there is still life inside him—still unseen laughter waiting to rise, still warmth left in the sun on his face, still memories to create, still kindness to give and receive. I believe there are still songs to hear, moments of peace to feel, and unexpected sparks of joy hiding in ordinary days. A life does not lose its value simply because it changes shape. Even when the road becomes slower, there can still be beauty around the next bend. Even now, there are still reasons to wake up, breathe deeply, smile, and keep stepping forward.
   
Even now, even here, there is still life moving within him. There are still warm rays of sunlight waiting to touch his face, smiles waiting to be exchanged, small joys waiting to be discovered, and quiet moments capable of stirring the heart. There are still reasons — many of them invisible to the casual eye — to keep stepping forward. Because as long as we are breathing, as long as there is another sunrise waiting beyond the night, there is still life left to live. ✨
   
The afternoon did not seem to have much waiting for me, and somewhere along the way, the quiet gently claimed the day. I stretched out on the bed, surrendered to the stillness, and managed to steal a little shut-eye for a while. Sometimes rest sneaks in like an uninvited guest, tiptoeing through the door and saying, “You look like you could use a few borrowed dreams.” 😄
     
Sometimes life does not burst onto the scene with fireworks blazing and marching bands playing. Sometimes it arrives quietly, carrying no grand announcement at all. It simply slips beside you, pulls up a chair, places a gentle hand on your shoulder, and whispers, “Take a breather. You do not have to race every moment.”
   
Not every gift in life arrives wrapped in excitement. Some arrive as stillness, as peace, as a deep breath you did not realize you needed. Sometimes the most beautiful moments are not the loud ones—they are the soft pauses that remind us we are allowed to be simply. ✨
     
Even a small nap can feel like pressing the reset button on the mind—a tiny pit stop before rolling back onto the highway of the day. 😄 I rarely drift off for a midday snooze, so this one felt like a little gift from life itself, a quiet pause that somehow left everything feeling lighter and better.
     
>>>>> May 24
Being Sunday, I expect another slow-moving day ahead. My clock beside the bed had stopped working, so when I opened my eyes, I had absolutely no idea what time it was. I decided to get up anyway and begin the day—or what I thought was the day.
     
As I walked over to my computer, I discovered the time was just before midnight. Surprise! I had accidentally tried to start tomorrow before today had even packed up and gone home. I was a little ahead of schedule for life itself. So, at this delightfully strange hour, a very early good morning to you. 😄
   
I could already tell sleep wasn’t planning a return visit, so I decided to stay up and take care of a few things that needed my attention. With that unexpected beginning, I’ll simply say this: good morning to you, no matter what the clock says.
     
What better way is there to spend this unexpected pocket of time than working on the blog? If sleep has apparently packed its suitcase and gone wandering for the evening, I may put these awake hours to good use.
     
Words and ideas have a funny habit of showing up when the rest of the world gets quiet. The night lowers its volume, distractions tiptoe away, and thoughts suddenly come walking onto the stage carrying little suitcases full of stories.|
     
And yes, I suppose I can blame you for keeping me awake at this strange hour—although I am still not entirely sure whether this qualifies as an early hour or a late hour. Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, while sensible people are off negotiating with pillows, here I am tapping away at the keyboard with you. Maybe this is not insomnia at all. Maybe it is simply my blog whispering, “Hey Kit… wake up. We have one more adventure to write.” ✨
       
Being someone who never quite made peace with coffee’s taste, I find myself sitting here with my tea instead, keeping me company through these quiet moments. While coffee has recruited half the world into its little club of devoted followers, tea and I formed our own small friendship long ago.
     
There is something comforting about holding a warm cup in your hands—the gentle rising steam, the quiet ritual of each sip, and the feeling that even in still moments, you are sharing the time with an old and dependable companion. Tonight, my tea sits faithfully beside me, doing its humble little job of adding a touch of warmth to the hours. 🍵✨
 
Up so early, and I already have this much written. The world outside still seems to be rubbing sleep from its eyes, while my fingers have already been hard at work marching across the keyboard. Most people are still tucked beneath blankets, dreaming their dreams, while I am over here building mine one sentence at a time.
     
There is something almost magical about these quiet hours—the interruptions are few, the mind feels free to wander, and thoughts seem to show up wearing brighter colors. If this pace keeps up, I may need to put a tiny “Caution: Words under construction” sign outside my door. ✨
     
Now it is 1:30, and sleep is trying to find a grip on me.
I’ll meander off to bed and see what happens. 
I’ll be right back in a few hours.
I’ll let you know.

My mind suddenly clicked back on around 5:30 this morning because my bladder apparently decided it had an emergency meeting scheduled. 😄 Once I was awake, that was it. The switch had been flipped. So here I am again, planted right in front of my laptop, greeting the early hours before much of the world has even rubbed the sleep out of its eyes.
   
I have always heard people say how important good sleep is—and I know they are right. Sleep is meant to recharge, restore, and prepare us for the adventures of another day. It is the quiet workshop where the body repairs itself, and the mind tidies up the scattered pieces of yesterday, getting us ready to step into tomorrow with fresh energy.
   
But there is one small problem: sleep seems to operate like a stubborn cat. It arrives when it wants to, leaves when it wants to, and absolutely refuses to come just because you call. You cannot wrestle it to the ground and demand, “Get back in bed right now!”
     
So rather than declare war on wakefulness, I may make friends with these unexpected early moments. The quiet has its own kind of magic. These wandering hours are giving me extra time to think, to write, and to send a few more words out into the world before the sun clocks in for its shift. ✨
     
>>>>>May 25
Being Memorial Day, it’s like a Sunday here. No therapy sessions will take place. As I awaken each day here, my mind immediately begins asking questions. Since arriving, I have discovered something difficult: I do not enjoy living this way. There are too many restrictions and limitations placed upon even the simplest parts of life.
     
For much of the week—and every weekend—I am told I must remain in my room. Sometimes it feels as though the walls quietly decide where my days begin and where they end. Days can begin to feel smaller when choices begin to disappear.
A SOLO VENTURE
Yet my heart keeps reaching for something very simple: to step outside, feel the fresh air against my face, run a little, and send my juggling clubs spinning into the sky. Those things may seem small, but small freedoms can become enormous when they are taken away.
 
It is difficult when your spirit longs to move, stretch, create, and feel fully alive while the world around you keeps asking you to sit still. A bird was not made to spend its life staring at the sky through a window; it was made to spread its wings and fly. 🎪✨
   
I waited until 9 am, then went down to ask about breakfast.
I was told it would be cereal, and I said, “No, thank you.”
Along with often being late, the meals I get are not the best.
   
This place is extra quiet.
I have never experienced it like this.
I can’t wait to get on a bike again, a unicycle, and drive a car.
I’m missing out so much, and I have never been “controlled” this much before.
I’m to the point of saying, “I hate it here!”
   
Just returned from my cleaning duties. Again, this is not something I was told to do. No one handed me a job description or gave me a broom and a badge that said “Captain Clean-Up.” I simply do it because I believe in leaving things better than we found them; I was a Boy Scout, after all.
BUTT, BUTT, BUT?
Today I noticed something interesting. There were far fewer cigarette butts outside than usual. Since many of the staff were away and most people were not around, it made me stop and wonder. Could many of those butts actually be coming from staff members? I do not know the answer, and I am not pointing fingers (well, maybe my little one.) I am simply observing and asking the question. Help me figure this one out. 🤔
WHO IS LEAVING ALL THE BUTTS?            
I was once not here, and one day I will not be here again. So I should not expect mountains of cigarette butts and piles of trash to keep appearing forever. Yet it does make me wonder—who cleans this place when I am not around? Who notices the little things scattered across the ground that so many people walk past without seeing?
THE CLEANUP CREW
I was never assigned this job: no badge, no title, no instructions handed down from above. I simply saw something that needed to be done and bent down to do it. Funny how a small act can begin to feel like planting seeds.
   
You clear away a little mess today and hope tomorrow grows a little cleaner. Maybe the real question is not, “Who cleans this place when I am gone?” Maybe the question is, “Will others begin to see what I saw?” Now, what do you see around your area that you could clean, remove, or set right? It’s up to you, it’s up to us, to make things nice!🌱✨
LUNCH?
At about lunchtime, the place had grown strangely quiet. I looked down the hallways and around every corner within sight, and it felt as if everyone had simply vanished. Then a nurse came by with a patient in tow and mentioned they were having a barbecue outside. Suddenly, the mystery was solved — everyone had migrated toward burgers, sunshine, and the promise of a little fresh air. 😄
   
Well, you know me—I was not about to miss a chance to get outdoors. Out I went. There were about 30 people with brain injuries and staff about evenly, gathered together beneath the shifting sky. A nice sunshine popped through now-and-then.
MAKES ME WONDER, AGAIN, WHY AM I HERE?
Four of the people sat in wheelchairs and needed to be hand-fed. Looking around, I noticed only two of the group were women. Brain injuries seem to strike more men than women, and I suppose I count myself among that brotherhood. Yes, it’s a man’s club.
     
Interestingly, there seemed to be almost an equal number of caregivers and those receiving care—a quiet reminder of how much human effort, patience, and compassion it takes to help people heal, rebuild, and move forward. In many ways, recovery is never a solo act. It is a team effort, built one encouraging word, one helping hand, and one hopeful day at a time.
    RECOVERY
The day itself seemed undecided—sunshine one moment, clouds drifting in the next. But when the sun did break through, it felt wonderful against my skin. There was barely a breeze, and despite everything, there was a gentle happiness floating through the air.
     
Burgers and hot dogs were on the menu, but I decided to let them march past without me. I simply did not feel like eating animal meat that day. Besides, there were no fresh tomatoes, crisp lettuce, or sweet onions standing by to make the offer more tempting. So instead, I happily settled for the watermelon and baked beans—simple food for a simple, sunny afternoon. 🍉✨
      I FOUND LUNCH!
Yes, I happily settled for baked beans and watermelon. Funny how life keeps teaching us that a meal does not need to be grand to be good. Sometimes, a paper plate in the sunshine, a spoonful of beans, and a slice of cold watermelon are more than enough to satisfy the moment.
   
And perhaps that is true far beyond food. We spend so much of life chasing “more” that we forget the quiet beauty of enough. Enough laughter. Enough peace. Enough Juggling?  Enough sunshine slipping through the clouds. Sometimes enough is not a disappointment at all—it is a small, gentle kind of abundance. 🍉✨ 🍉☀️
      BACK IN MY ROOM
2:30 in the afternoon, and Bob has found his voice again. A steady stream of sounds drifts from his room and spills into the quiet hallways. At first, it makes you think he must be hurting, as though he is reaching for something that cannot quite be found or saying something no words can fully express. Yet there is a helpless feeling in the air, a sense that no one—and perhaps nothing—can quite reach his troubled mind.
    BOB
Someone stays with him around the clock, always nearby, always watching, always trying to help. I feel sorry for the “babysitters” who must be by his side. Yet there are moments when it seems the injury reaches into places no one else can touch. His struggle feels deep, hidden in the unseen corners of the mind, where words and understanding sometimes lose their way, as he has.
     
Strange to be here all day, with so little happening and so much stillness hanging in the air. Time moves differently in places like this. Minutes sometimes seem to stretch themselves out like rubber bands, moving slowly and quietly, almost as if the clock itself has decided to take a nap.
    WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
But I am not doing anything. Between a few YouTube videos and moments of wandering thoughts, I find myself here with you, writing these words. Funny how life works sometimes. Even on days that appear empty, something is still being created.
   
Thoughts become sentences, sentences become ideas, and ideas have a funny habit of growing legs and walking into someone else’s heart. The quiet days may not be wasted after all. Maybe they are simply the days when seeds are being planted beneath the surface, preparing for something beautiful yet to come.
 
🌱✨ >>>>>May 26
Up by 3 am, my usual wake-up time.
I’m excited about my move to >>
https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/
This will take place on Thursday.
     
Because of the move and all the uncertainty surrounding what may happen before then, I’m sending this blog out a little early. As you can see, time and I are doing a bit of a juggling act right now—but I’ll catch up with it soon enough. 😄
   
I hope the words I place here add something good to your life, even if only a smile, a new thought, or a little spark of encouragement. We always have a choice in how we walk through our days. We can search for reasons to live in misery, or we can search for reasons to find joy.
      JOY
Joy is not pretending life is perfect; it is choosing to see the sunlight even when clouds drift overhead. It is finding reasons to smile in the middle of ordinary days and discovering little sparks of happiness hiding in places we might otherwise overlook. Sometimes joy is not loud at all—it simply sits beside us and gently reminds us that beauty still exists.
   
It is learning to laugh through the bumps in the road and keeping your heart open when life tries to close the curtains. Storms may visit, and challenges may knock on our doors, but joy has a quiet strength all its own. It whispers, “Keep going… There is still something wonderful ahead.”
     
As for me, I choose JOY, laughter, and happiness—not once in a while, but again and again. ✨ So come along with me on this grand adventure called life. Let us travel with smiles on our faces, gratitude in our hearts, and a little sparkle in our step, because the road may twist and turn, but I have a feeling the journey shines brighter when we choose to walk it together. 😄
      10-11:00  SPEECH
From 10:00 to 11 we had group speech therapy. Six of us were there with Lilly. There was a new guy, whose brain injury was recent. Subjects that Lilly spoke about were cognition, attention, executive functioning, and safety. Same group, same words, same yawns.
    11-12:00  EXERCISE?
Then there was “Exercise Group,” but I quietly excused myself and stepped away. These activities are created with good intentions to help people move forward, heal, and reconnect. For many, they may provide encouragement and progress. But I have learned that not every path fits every traveler the same way.
    1-2:00  OT
OT and I sat down at a table where I was handed a mental puzzle to solve. The worksheet was covered with a grid of numbers—15 rows up and 10 across—and the challenge was to hunt for hidden 5-digit ZIP codes within it. I had to search in every direction imaginable: up, down, forward, backward, diagonally, and even upside-down, scanning for the correct sequence of numbers hidden in the maze.
       
After about a minute, though, my interest quietly packed its bags and headed for the exit. My mind simply was not connecting with it. It was not that the task was impossible; I just found myself not caring enough to continue chasing numbers around a sheet of paper.
     
She seemed to notice exactly what was happening and could see I was not engaged, so the activity came to a natural stop. Sometimes the mind eagerly wants to climb mountains, and sometimes it just looks at the mountain and says, “No thanks—I think I’ll sit this one out.” 😄

2-3:00 JUGGLING
Only a few people came out to juggle.
It was a time-waster, but I saw some progress.
Only no progress in me.
     
      NOT FOR ME
The group therapies often do very little for me personally. I find that I gain more from movement with purpose — from juggling, running, writing, learning, creating, and challenging myself in ways that wake up both my mind and spirit. Sitting through activities that do not seem to reach me can sometimes feel like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. The pieces simply do not line up.
   
So I often find myself quietly backing away, not because I have given up or because I do not want to improve, but because I am still searching for the things that truly light the fire inside me. We are all different. What helps one person rise may leave another standing still. The trick in life is not merely participating in something because it is offered—it is discovering what makes your own heart say, “Yes, this helps me grow.”
      GROUP THERAPY?
The group therapies often do very little for me personally. I find that I gain more from movement with purpose, from juggling, running, writing, learning, creating, and challenging myself in ways that wake up both my mind and spirit. Sitting through activities that do not reach me sometimes feels like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. The pieces simply do not line up.
   
So I often find myself quietly backing away, not because I have given up or because I do not want to improve, but because I am still searching for the things that truly light the fire inside me. We are all different. What helps one person rise may leave another standing still. The trick in life is not merely participating in something because it is offered—it is discovering what makes your own heart say, “Yes, this helps me grow.”
     
>>>>>May 27
Today, it is off to https://cleantheworld.org/ to do our small part in making the world a little better. Sometimes changing lives begins with something simple — showing up, lending a hand, and caring enough to help .🌎✨
    HELPING OUT
How about you? Do you volunteer and help where you can? Even the smallest act of kindness can send ripples farther than you may ever imagine. A cleaner park, a helping hand, a few encouraging words—little things often grow into big things in someone else’s story. 🌱✨
   
Right now, I’m waiting in the front for the group to arrive. We will have lunch after our Clean the World mission. One of the therapists said to be careful with my eating. She asked — like I don’t know how to eat right?
     
She brought up the stricture problem I had in the past, which is all cleared up. Nice that she cares about me, but that’s a little much. I’ve noticed that we are treated like patients here —like children. I don’t like that. Maryann needs to learn this.
 
Today, we were basically filling boxes with hand soap at Clean the World. Many people were placing the soap in one bar at a time, but my brain started juggling ideas, as usual. 😄 I figured out a way to carry eight at once—four in each hand—and suddenly the boxes were filling much faster.
   
It was a simple task, but even simple work deserves excellence. I have always believed that whatever you do, do it with heart, creativity, and a little flair. I always aim for excellence in what I do. Is that something you do, too?
    FOUR AND TWO
There were two therapists there with four of us brain-injured folks. The others enjoyed the work, and that was wonderful to see. I tried helping where I could while keeping my own hands moving quickly. Some appreciated the help; others wanted to do it completely on their own. That is part of life too—learning when to step forward and when to step back.
   
Afterward, we headed to Portillo’s for lunch. Somewhere along the way, I learned it was the speech therapist who had recommended limiting what I eat. As you probably know by now, I have never been fond of being controlled. I KNOW WHAT I CAN EAT AND WHAT I CAN’T!
   
I understand they are trying to help, but it has been difficult for me at times. Near the end of the meal, another therapist had onion rings left over, and I asked if I could have one. The answer was “no” because of the restrictions they are placing on me now. I will admit—it bothered me.
   
Another control issue. As we were getting into the van to leave, I was told that I could not drink my iced tea on the drive. It was a cup with a lid and a straw. I did not see how I could have spilled. But I was told this was a rule for the van, no food or drink allowed. My ice was melted by the time we arrived.
    GOOD NEWS?
The good news? Tomorrow I leave this place behind and begin a new chapter. I will miss many of the people here. I got more help than I wrote about. I’m glad NeuroRestorative was a part of my life. I hope my writings have added to the place, as well. 🎪
   
Freedom matters to me.
Movement matters to me.
Being treated like an adult matters to me.
I am ready to get back outside, feel the sunshine, ride a bike again, toss clubs into the sky, get behind the wheel of a car, and live life with a little more wind in my face and less control wrapped around my spirit.
     
Because I had Clean the World this morning, nothing was scheduled for me this afternoon, so I found some quiet time to recharge. I will share more of the next few days of this adventure in a future blog post. Stay tuned—this story is still juggling its way forward. 😄
   
3:13 — I just returned from the therapy room downstairs. All of the therapists were there, yet no therapy seemed to be taking place. Perhaps they were handling paperwork or working behind the scenes on other responsibilities, but from where I stood, the room felt strangely still and inactive.
   
It did not leave a very encouraging impression of NeuroRestorative. When people come to a place like this, they hope to see movement, energy, progress, and lives being actively helped forward. A quiet room full of professionals, with little visible action, can make the whole place feel as though it has lost some of its spark.
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PART 3–BLOG 379–​Don’t Just Count the Days Until Your End
   
Yes, death is coming for all of us—that train has been running on schedule since the beginning of time and has never once missed a stop. But before that final station arrives, you still have mountains to climb, stories to write, people to love, lessons to learn, and lives to touch.
      THIS IS YOUR LIFE!
You still have sunsets waiting for your eyes to discover them, laughter waiting to burst from your lungs, dreams waiting for the courage only you can give them, and seeds waiting for your hands to plant them into the soil of tomorrow. SO MUCH is still ahead of you! 🌅✨

SO DO NOT SIT BY THE WINDOW
STARING AT THE CLOCK?–STAND UP AND LIVE! 

START NOW!
Life is not measured by how many pages remain in the calendar. It is measured by how much life you pour into the moments you are given. Until the final curtain falls, there is still a stage beneath your feet, lights above your head, and a reason for you to step into the spotlight.
      MAKE YOUR MOMENTS
Life is not a waiting room for death. It is a stage, a playground, a juggling gym, a garden, an adventure waiting for your footprints. Laugh loudly. Dance where you stand. Chase ideas that excite you. Plant seeds. Love people fiercely.
    DEATH?
Too many of us spend our lives counting days until something happens: until Friday, until retirement, until we move, until circumstances improve, until problems disappear. The train in life keeps chugging along; jump on board!
    NOW!
We stare toward the horizon, waiting for life to begin. 
And life is standing right beside us, waving both arms and shouting,
“Hey! I’m happening right now!”
NO WORRIES!
And then come the worries.
We all carry them.
Fears about what “might” happen.
Concerns about what might not happen.
Dread about things we cannot see.
Uncertainty about things we cannot control.
    NO CONTROL
There seems to be an endless buffet of worries spread out before us each day, inviting us to pile our plates high with stress and anxiety. But tell me something: has worrying ever solved tomorrow’s problems by stealing today’s peace?   No.
      WORRY?
Worry is sneaky. It quietly slips in and steals moments that belong to you. It takes today and trades it for imaginary troubles that may never even arrive. For example, I could worry that my little girl is growing up and may leave home in a year. I could spend every day staring at the clock, feeling sad because time is moving forward.
      YOUR CHOICE!
Or I could choose something better.
I could choose laughter over fear.
I could make moments count.
Welcome memories over sadness.
Find love over worry.
    LOVE
Because really, I could list worries all day long, and so could you. We all have them. Quiet thoughts sit in the back corners of our minds, tugging on our shoulders and whispering what if? What if this happens? What if it doesn’t? Left unchecked, those little worries can slowly grow louder, taking up far more space in our lives than they ever deserved.
    ROCKING CHAIR?
But worrying itself accomplishes almost nothing. It’s like sitting in a rocking chair—it gives you something to do, but it doesn’t take you anywhere.
I love the quote: “Don’t count the days… make the days count.”
What a beautiful reminder.
    YOUR PASSION!
Do your best. Pour your heart into what you do. Give your effort, your passion, your love, and your energy. Lay it all on the line. And once you have done that, let go of what you cannot control.
Sometimes I fall into the trap of thinking, “I am capable. I should be able to carry everything on my own.” But strength isn’t found in carrying every burden yourself.
    THE WEIGHT
Real strength is knowing when to put some of the weight down. Real strength is asking for help. So don’t spend your life drowning in worry and stress. Do your best and trust the rest. Don’t wait to be happy until some future day arrives. Be happy now. Make this day count. This hour. This moment.
      REMEMBER THE SUN
Because you still have sunsets waiting to paint your eyes with wonder, laughter waiting to fill your lungs, dreams waiting for the courage only you can give them, and seeds waiting for your hands to plant them into the soil of tomorrow. 🌅✨
            SMILE!
And life—beautiful, messy, unpredictable life—
It’s still playing your song. 
So dance. 💫     
And whatever you do…
Don’t forget to SMILE. 😄
      LIVE FOR NOW!   NOT YESTERDAY!    NOT TOMORROW!   NOW IS THE TIME!
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PART 4) 🔥 A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET
    ✨ THE MAGIC OF QUOTES ✨
Inspirational quotes are like mental spark plugs. 💥 They jolt the mind awake, shrink giant problems down to size, and give your spirit a running start. One powerful sentence can flip your thinking upside down—turning “I can’t” into “Why not give it a shot?” The right words at the right moment can become a tiny flashlight in a dark hallway. 🔦

But here’s where the real magic happens: repetition turns inspiration into identity. The more you repeat a truth, the more your mind begins to believe it… and eventually, your life begins to reflect it. A quote hanging on a wall is a decoration. A quote lived out through your actions? That becomes a transformation. 

Simple truth:
A quote on a page is nice…
A quote you live by?
That’s power. ✨
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“Don’t count the days,
make the days count.” — Muhammad Ali
     
“How many people can you help today?
Your legacy is waiting for you to catch up.” — Kit Summers.
     
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.
It’s the life in your years.” — Abraham Lincoln.
     
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift of God,
which is why we call it the present.” — Bil Keane.
   
“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind on the present moment.” — Buddha
     
“It is not how long but how well.
” You live, that is the main thing.” — Seneca.
   
“Live every day as if it were your last,
and yet have your plans and preparations
as if you were to live a hundred years.” — A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
   
Make each day your masterpiece.” — John Wooden.
     
“We do not remember days. 
We remember moments.” – Cesare Pavese.
   
“Lost time is never found again.” – Benjamin Franklin.
   
“Live every day as if it were your last,
for one day you will certainly be right.” – Harry Houdini
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PART 5) YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK >>
LIVE FOR NOW! NOT TOMORROW. NOT NEXT WEEK. NOW IS YOUR TIME!
You are not too young to think about the end.
What will happen?
Who will be there?
What story will your life tell when the final page is written?
   
But do not become so focused on the destination that you forget the journey. You have mountains left to climb, people left to love, dreams left to chase, and gifts left to give. Time is limited for every one of us—that is exactly what makes life precious.
   
So ask yourself: What do I want to accomplish before my curtain falls? Begin now. Not tomorrow. Not “someday.” Right now. Because the clock keeps moving whether we dance with it or simply watch it pass, live boldly, start today, and make sure your life becomes a story worth telling.
MAKE THAT LIST OF WHAT YOU WANT TO ACCOMPLISH–THEN DO IT!✨
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PART 6) NEXT WEEK>>BLOG 380–WHY CARE?
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🌟 PART 7) 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.
Write me today—kitsummers@gmail.com
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!
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