✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 376–DON’T LIVE FOR THE FUTURE OR THE PAST
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By KIT SUMMERS — World-Class Juggler to World-Class Comeback
To Learn More about Kit, Go Here >> https://kitsummers.com/about-kit/
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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Part 1) THE BEGINNINGS
DON’T LIVE FOR THE FUTURE OR THE PAST—
MAKE THE MOST OF THE MOMENT YOU’RE HOLDING RIGHT NOW!
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Every week, I try to write the very BEST blog I can—
Something that makes people laugh a little, think a little deeper.
I want you to walk away seeing life with brighter eyes. ✨
Are you feeling that in my writing?
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Can you sense the heart, the humor, the miles traveled, and the lessons dropped and picked back up like juggling balls across the years? I hope so, because I don’t just place words onto a page—I try to breathe life into them. 🎪
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If you ever miss a blog notification—or just feel like wandering through a garden of past posts—head over to my website, KitSummers.com. Click on the blog and dive in. Every post is there, lined up like a bookshelf of bright little sparks, just waiting to light something up inside you. ✨
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And if the notifications ever start to feel like one ball too many in your juggling pattern, no worries at all—just let me know, and I’ll smoothly take you off the list… no drops, no drama, just a clean catch and release. I will miss you, though. 🎯
In this blog, I’ve been experimenting with creative little paragraph breaks and visual rhythm changes along the way. 🎨✨
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Honestly, it became part of the fun—almost like adding juggling beats between the thoughts. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
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While traveling the country for seven years in my van, I learned something far more valuable than how to navigate highways or find a quiet place to sleep—I learned how to be alone. Truly alone. And strangely enough, that became one of the greatest lessons of my Life.
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Because being alone is not the same as being lonely, solitude teaches you how to think clearly, calm your mind, enjoy your own company, and discover who you are when the noise finally fades away. It teaches strength. Peace. Independence. We must first learn to stand comfortably with ourselves before we can fully connect with others.
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One day, life may place you in a season where you must stand on your own. Learn now how to do that with grace. Learn how to sit quietly with yourself without fear. Learn how to enjoy your own thoughts, dreams, and presence. If you can do that, you carry a strength no storm can easily shake.
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Years ago, I shaped patterns with juggling balls flying through the air. Today, I shape them with words, ideas, and encouragement, traveling through hearts and minds. The tools may have changed, but the magic never packed its suitcase and left town. It simply stepped backstage, changed costumes, and walked back into the spotlight wearing a different kind of brilliance. ✨🎪
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Back when I was juggling, the rhythm lived in the air… toss, catch, repeat—a quiet dance between gravity, focus, and trust. And the secret? It was never about the last throw or the next catch. It was always about this one… this moment suspended in the air like a tiny miracle asking, “Are you paying attention yet?”
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That’s where life happens.
Not behind you.
Not ahead of you. Right here.
Now the rhythm lives between thoughts… idea, sentence, spark. Different stage. Same dance with the unknown. Same occasional drop followed by a grin and recovery. Because the drop never ends, the act becomes part of the performance.
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Too many people live trapped in old patterns or waiting for some future version of themselves to finally “have it all figured out.” But the magic has never lived back there—and it’s not hiding somewhere ahead either. It lives here. In this breath. In this choice. In this moment where your life is still moving.
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Because the real art was never in the tools. Not the juggling balls. Not the words. The art is in the flow—that invisible current that whispers, “Keep going.” That’s where life lives. Not in memory. Not in imagination. In participation.
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I didn’t stop juggling—I simply changed what I chose to keep in motion. The rhythm never disappeared. It just traded juggling balls for words, ideas, encouragement, and sparks of hope tossed into the air for others to catch.
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And the magic? Oh, it’s still here… leaning quietly in the corner of life with a crooked grin, pockets overflowing with confetti, wonder, and a few gloriously ridiculous surprises. It hasn’t disappeared over time or in the face of hardship.
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It’s simply been waiting—patiently, playfully—for you to step forward again. The instant you move, it moves too… spinning back into motion like an old friend who never stopped believing in you for even a second. ✨
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Change comes for every one of us. Sometimes it arrives softly, like sunrise slipping through the curtains. Other times, it storms into life like a bowling ball smashing straight through your carefully balanced act, scattering plans in every direction. But here’s the secret: change is rarely the main event. Your response is. Do you freeze? Or do you reinvent the act?
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Because life isn’t asking us to avoid every dropped ball, it’s asking whether we’re brave enough to bend down, pick them up smiling, and begin again with a little more wisdom, a little more courage, and maybe even a better punchline. 🎪
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That’s where your story gets written—not someday when conditions are perfect, but right now in the messy middle. With courage, coffee stains, uncertainty, laughter, and maybe a few cookie crumbs for dramatic effect. 🎭
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Because life is not built in polished moments, it’s built into the wobble. The shaky inhale before the leap. The laugh after everything falls apart. The decision to keep dancing even when the music skips.
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The messy middle is not proof that you’re failing. It’s proof you’re alive. Participating. Trying. Growing. And maybe that’s the secret nobody tells us soon enough: transformation lives in the middle—not at the finish line.
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So keep moving.
Keep creating.
Keep showing up with your wonderfully imperfect energy—
The kind carrying dreams in one pocket and glitter in the other. ✨
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The world does not need more flawless statues standing stiff on pedestals. It needs real people.
Brave people. People willing to fall, stand back up, straighten their crooked crown, and laugh:
“Well… that was dramatic. Let’s keep going anyway.” 💫
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Because eventually the character steps onto the stage, rolls up its sleeves, cracks its knuckles, and says:
“Alright, Life… Let’s Play.”
So what will you do?
Shrink backward into fear?
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Or lean forward into possibility?
Will you stare at the closed door?
Or notice the glowing trail opening beside you?
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Every change places a crossroads in your hands and quietly asks: “Who do you want to become now?” Not someday. Not when you finally feel fearless. Not after the universe delivers a glittery permission slip tied to a balloon. 🎈✨NOW.
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Life is already revving the engine and asking if you’re getting in. 🚐💨
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So jump on. Start before you feel ready. Make the call. Take the walk. Write the page. Learn the trick. Chase the sunrise. Life is moving right now—wild, messy, unfinished, and absolutely beautiful.
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And most transformations do not begin with fireworks.
They begin quietly.
With one brave thought.
One tiny decision.
One wobbling step forward, where you whisper:
“Alright… let’s do this anyway.”
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That’s how lives change. Slowly. Steadily. Like sunrise, teaching the world how to glow again. So don’t live in the future. And don’t camp in the past. Those places don’t need you. This moment does.
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Yes, change will come. But so will your ability to adapt, respond, and rise. You are not merely someone who survives change—you are someone who can turn change into momentum.
And that… is where the magic begins. ✨ ✨
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PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK Kit’s Daily Delights — Inspiration, Freshly Served. Every week, I sit down to map my week—and every time, it begins the same way: a blank canvas. Nothing there. It still surprises me. That quiet moment, just before I fill it in… when the whole week is wide open, waiting for me to decide what it becomes. And here’s the beautiful truth—you’ve got that same wide-open canvas, too. Start now and make the life YOU want!
>>>>>May 2
Being a Saturday, the hallways have softened into a whisper—one of those quiet stretches where even time seems to tiptoe. But something still lingers in my mind. Yesterday, around 3 p.m., the staff seemed to vanish all at once… like a curtain dropping mid-scene. 
It makes me wonder—is this the rhythm here, or just one of those curious little pauses life tosses into the mix to see how you’ll play it? Did everyone really leave early… or am I just standing in one of those quiet in-between moments where the world takes a breath and waits to see what I’ll do next?
Because here’s the truth—DON’T LIVE FOR THE FUTURE OF THE PAST. Don’t sit there wishing yesterday had gone differently. Don’t wait for tomorrow to fix what today is asking you to face. Right now… this moment… this quiet hallway… this is your stage.
The stillness isn’t empty—It’s an opening. Maybe it turns into a short run. Maybe just ten steady steps. Maybe it’s nothing more (and nothing less) than sitting up a little taller and saying, “I’m still in this game.” And that counts. Oh, that counts.
Yes, my tiredness shows up uninvited—like that one guest who never checks the clock. And sure, an hour can vanish faster than a magician’s coin trick. 🪄 But this isn’t the end of my energy… It’s the quiet rebuilding of it. A new rhythm is finding its feet. Same fire, just burning smarter now—steadier, deeper, impossible to snuff out.
Then lunch arrives—tiny pizza, small salad—and it doesn’t quite meet you where you are. And yeah… that stings. Not just in the body, but in that deeper place that wants to be seen, understood, cared for. Especially now, without lower teeth, when even simple food becomes a challenge most people never have to think about. That’s real. That’s frustrating. That’s human.
But don’t let that moment write the whole story of your day. You’re still here. Still adjusting and still finding new ways to move forward when the old ways don’t fit. That’s not weakness—that’s grit with a grin. This is where real strength shows up… sleeves rolled up, saying, “Alright, Life, we’ll do it this way now.” And somehow—you are. That’s power in motion. 💥 💫
But here’s the pivot… and you’re good at pivots:
You want to lose weight. You want to change.
So maybe—just maybe—this isn’t resistance…
It’s an alignment in disguise.
Because progress rarely shows up wearing a parade costume.
Sometimes it looks like less.
Sometimes it feels inconvenient.
But stack those moments?
That’s transformation quietly doing push-ups in the background. 💪
And then there’s Bob. His pain echoes through the hall, loud and unfiltered. It’s hard. You feel it. Anyone with a heart would. But this is part of the human symphony too—the notes we don’t choose, the sounds we can’t silence. So you do what strong people do: you hold compassion in one hand… and keep moving forward with the other.
Now here I am—1 p.m., the blog nearly complete.
Every piece is set, every thread woven… except those final words, still out there somewhere, stretching, yawning, waiting for their perfect entrance. And honestly?
This pause… It’s kind of magic. ✨
Not empty—alive. Not missing—gathering.
Like the moment just before the next toss, when everything hangs in the air, and anything feels possible.
Not finished… Not unfinished… Just suspended.
Like a juggler holding that last ball, feeling the rhythm.
Smiling. Because he knows—the next toss will land perfectly. ✨
Because that’s how this works, isn’t it?
This morning, you didn’t know what you’d write.
And yet… here it came. Word by word. Thought by thought.
Just like juggling. You didn’t stop the magic.
You just changed what you keep in motion. 🎯
> May 3
No breakfast today. I was here. I was waiting.
As you know, I am seldom hungry.
But I am concerned about others.
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A Sunday… and here we go.
Dave Vieth—the man who kept our vehicles running and turned every visit into a bit of a comedy show—passed away over the weekend. He worked hard, laughed easily, and had that rare ability to make even a repair shop feel alive.
Here is Dave >> https://www.facebook.com/daveveithsr
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He smoked like a smokestack and didn’t treat his body like a temple—but he lived life on his terms. No pretending. No polishing himself to fit someone else’s script. He showed up with real rough edges and all. And you had to respect that.
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In a world packed with people reading from someone else’s script, Dave snatched the pen. He wrote his own life story—messy at times, sure, with ink smudged and a few wild plot twists—but always real, unfiltered, and completely his, and there’s a rare kind of power in that… a life not polished for approval, but lived with grit, truth, and just enough rebellion to make it unforgettable.
D
Later in life, he found a deep belief in God—something that clearly mattered to him. And now he’s gone. No neat explanations. No tidy ending. Just the quiet reminder: people pass through, leave their mark… and move on. You are on your way, too, remember?
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But not really gone—because the laughter still echoes, the stories keep walking into rooms long after he’s left them, and the moments he made brighter don’t fade… they multiply. That’s what lingers. That’s what matters. He left a mark—are you? ✨
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I spent much of today working on my blog—shaping thoughts, chasing the right words, juggling ideas until they found rhythm. Not every word arrives with a drumroll… some slip in quietly and whisper, “This one matters.” Those are the ones I chase.
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Because my goal is simple: to add something to your life. A spark. A shift. A sentence that lingers just long enough to change your direction. Something that makes you smile, pause, or take one more step forward—maybe even a slightly bolder one.
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So here they are—no spotlight, no drumroll. Just words, showing up quietly… like a warm cup of tea placed in your hands at exactly the moment you didn’t know you needed it. ☕✨ Not loud, not demanding—just there, steady and warm, inviting you to slow down for a second.
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You could take a sip. You could sit with it a little longer. And somewhere in that small pause, something clicks… a thought softens, a new idea slips in, a bit of energy returns. Nothing forced. Nothing flashy. Just a gentle nudge forward—the kind that doesn’t shout, but somehow stays with you long after the cup is empty.
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And if even one line lands.
If it lifts your day just a little.
Then this was worth it.
K
As for belief? I don’t follow a supernatural path. And that’s okay. A meaningful life doesn’t require it. It asks for something simpler—and harder: show up, pay attention, engage. Meaning isn’t handed down. It’s built—choice by choice, action by action, throw by throw, drop by drop in how you treat people, how you create, how you rise after you fall.
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Sunday doesn’t need a church to matter. It can be a reset. A check-in. A moment to ask: What’s next? What do you think about now? That kind of honesty? That’s powerful. So no church for me. But I do have a life that matters. A story still unfolding. And today? Wide open.
M
And this morning delivered a small, unexpected miracle. I woke at 3 a.m.—right on schedule—but then… slipped back into sleep. That rarely happens. It felt like life handing me a quiet little bonus round… no fanfare, just a soft wink that said, “Here, have a little extra.”
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Now the day stretches out in front of me—fresh, full of possibility.
And I’m stepping into it with intention. A smile here.
A kind word there. Small ripples that grow.
So tell me—what would make your day just a little brighter? ✨
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I stepped out for my daily cleanup—something I’ve come to do almost every day. It’s a small act, sure… but small acts have a funny way of leaving big fingerprints. As I walked, a thought tapped me on the shoulder: I may be leaving here within the next month… so who carries this forward? Who keeps things just a little better than they found them?
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It’s Sunday—quiet, almost whispering—with only a handful of staff around. And then, out of nowhere, this bold idea popped up: “Let’s go for a mile run!” The old fire stretched and flickered—Hey… remember me? So I listened. I gave it a shot.
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But the moment I tried to start, my body answered back—loud and clear: “NO.” Not a whisper. Not a suggestion. A full-on, arms-crossed, not-today kind of NO. And honestly, with the daily tiredness tagging along, I wasn’t even sure I could. But I had to try. Because that’s what I do—I show up and test the edges.
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And here’s the truth… that’s part of the dance. Some days you run. Some days you listen. Some days, you negotiate with your knees like a used-car salesman. 😄 But either way—you’re still in motion. Still engaged. Still in the game.
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And maybe that’s the quiet victory most people miss… not the sprint, not the speed—but the willingness to step out, to try, to care. To leave a place just a little brighter than you found it—and trust that somewhere, someone will feel that… and keep it going. Will you join me in cleaning up the world?
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The rest of the afternoon was spent watching videos, spurring my mind on, or not. I love using words I haven’t used before. Have you ever used “spurring” before? What secret words do you keep in your arsenal? I think that’s the first time I’ve used “arsenal”, as well. What new words do you like?
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>>>>>May 4
Where to start… where to start. It’s a question that shows up for me every single day—quiet, persistent, tapping me on the shoulder like, “Alright… what’s next?” And I have a feeling you’ve heard that same voice, too.
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Lately, there’s a sharper edge to it—not loud or dramatic, just unmistakably clear. I’m tired of this place in a quiet, honest way—the kind of tired that doesn’t complain, it simply knows. It leans in close and whispers, “You’ve grown past this. It’s time.” This isn’t frustration… It’s readiness. Not escape—evolution. Something new is calling, and for once, I’m not hesitating—I’m listening.
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The only twist? I don’t quite know what that “new” looks like yet. And that space—between ready to go and not sure where—that’s where the mind starts jogging in circles like it’s training for a marathon nobody signed up for. But maybe that in-between isn’t a problem to solve… maybe it’s a runway. And you, my friend, are already picking up speed. ✨
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I just got today’s schedule. One item: Sports Group from 10 to 11. And let’s be real—that’s not exactly headline material. The brighter note? Salsa’s on deck, aiming to be ready by tomorrow—Cinco de Mayo. Now that’s something with flavor, literally and figuratively. 🌶️
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But days like this… when things move slow, when the schedule feels thin… they stretch. And in that stretch, the mind starts wandering toward the future—Where’s my next place? When does the shift happen? That anticipation can turn into a quiet kind of anxiety.
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And here we are—it’s 8:22 am… and breakfast is still playing hide-and-seek. Often, the time to eat is 8 am. But let me offer you this, my friend: even a “nothing” day has something tucked inside it. A conversation. A small win. A moment that shifts the tone just enough to remind you—you’re still in motion.
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You’re not stuck… you’re in between.
And “in between” is where change gathers its strength.
The question remains — what’s next?
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So today isn’t about fireworks. It could be about staying engaged, showing up, and adding one small spark to a slow-burning day. And hey—step one? Let’s go track down that breakfast, as it owes you money. 🍳😄
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There’s no “off switch” for Bob across the hall. Today, he’s taken his moaning to championship level—like he’s training for the Olympics of agony. Perhaps it’s because I did not get his breakfast either? I wonder.
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And me? I keep hearing the same chant in my head: GET ME OUTTA HERE. There was no breakfast today, just a dose of reality. Still… I move forward. One step, one breath, one bite, one “let’s see what this day’s got” at a time.
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There are so many better games and challenges for individuals with brain injury. Why don’t we try new techniques that would challenge those here who are trying to get better? Once again, I think it is the therapists who hold back patients.
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I wandered over to Sports Group, curious and more than excited. Turns out—it is Ladder Ball. Simple. Easy. Let’s just say… not exactly the Super Bowl of stimulation. It felt like time was stretching itself out just to see how far it could go. But hey—I played anyway.
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And, plot twist—I took first place in Ladder Ball, even nailed a perfect score in the final round 🏆—So there’s that little burst of glory; funny how life works, handing you a moment that feels flat or forgettable, and then—boom—you find a way to shine right in the middle of it.
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Because winning isn’t always about the spotlight—it’s about showing up anyway, right there in the quiet corners of the day, and turning even the most ordinary moments into something that makes you smile… maybe even grin like you just got away with a little magic. ✨
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Later, I found out there had been a walking group earlier. I wasn’t invited. Last time, I pushed too hard, went too fast, stepped outside the lines a bit. It stings, no question. There are no challenges here. Last time, did I go too fast for them? I’m looking for challenges, not walking.
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But I’m starting to see the pattern—this place has its rhythms, its rules, its quiet systems. And when you move against them, even a little, there can be friction. I see too much “Control” going on. There are good therapists, and then there are the others.
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Seems some of the therapists have it too easy here and refuse to try anything new, even if it could help a brain injury survivor in a good way. I just keep seeing the same ol’, same ol’. I do have to say, I have seen good therapy going on, just not enough.
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The therapists want full control of all that goes on here, and that hinders them much. I do know some of them read my blog — so I will be scolded for these words. I just want things to get better for others. I hope to help.
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But here’s the truth hiding in plain sight–I’m still in motion.
Even here. Even now. I showed up. I played. I won.
And somewhere inside all this… that voice saying
“GET ME OUTTA HERE” isn’t just frustration—it’s direction.
It’s a compass.
And compasses?
They don’t shout.
They point.
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The time now is 12:22. Usually, lunch is here by noon; it just arrived. I hate to be a complainer, but they know my circumstances. All my lower teeth were extracted (I hate the reminder of that.) Lunch was a chicken burger, tater tots, and a salad. Because of missing teeth and not being able to chew, I cannot eat most of the meal, but I will live.
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2-3:00 I made a batch of my salsa, as usual, it turned out quite delicious. Along with my sweet-mild, I make some that is very hot. This will be saved for those who request it. Do you like hot? I don’t like hot myself. A guy here doesn’t like beans, so I made him a bowl without any.
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5:15 Dinner is usually here by now, a strange day.
5:22 Dinner has arrived and tastes good.
A lasagne mix that had a great taste.
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El 5 de mayo (Cinco de Mayo) es mañana, así que publicaremos todo entonces. Pero ¿quién bailará el baile mexicano? Debería pasar un buen rato para todos; os lo haré saber. Una cena mexicana completa para todos los que están aquí. Desearía que tú también estuvieras aquí. ¡Algún día tenemos que bailar juntos! ¡Viejo! (What does that say, Larry?)
>>>>>May 5
¡SI! ¡CINCO DE MAYO!
¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!
Espero que tengas un día fantástico.
Traer alegría a los demás.
Why?
Cinco de Mayo commemorates the Mexican army’s unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. Led by General Ignacio Zaragoza, a smaller, poorly equipped Mexican force defeated a much larger, well-armed French army, providing a major morale boost during the Franco-Mexican War.
Your language?
Do you speak American, or English, or Mexican, or Spanish, or Yugoslavian, or Russian?
Или вы говорите по-русски?
それとも、日本語を話せるのですか？
Pole tänu väärt.
The Twist
Here’s the surprising twist: although humanity speaks more than 7,000 languages, just 23 are used by over half the world’s population. Meanwhile, thousands of smaller languages quietly protect entire worlds of culture and identity inside their words. Every language is its own little universe.
Come on!
Life is waiting for you—so climb on board! 🚀
Not someday. Not when everything is perfect.
Not when you finally feel “ready.” — Now!
This moment. This breath.
This is a beautiful, unfinished, wide-open chapter.
MOVE!
Life isn’t standing still—it’s a moving train, doors open, wind rushing through, adventure whispering your name. And here’s the secret: you don’t need a perfect plan to get on… You just need a little courage and a willingness to take that first step.
Keep Going!
Will it be smooth? Nope. There will be bumps, wrong turns, and a few “What was I thinking?” moments. Good. That’s not failure—that’s living with the volume turned up. That’s how stories are made. That’s how you are made. Juggling taught me something–If you drop a ball, you pick it up and keep going!
Dream on.
So grab your dreams—yes, even the slightly ridiculous ones.
Pack your curiosity.
Bring that stubborn spark inside you that refuses to quit.
And if fear tries to tag along, let it come… just don’t give it the driver’s seat.
Fear will teach you, and, better yet, you will teach fear.
You are part of
Because the truth is simple and electric:
You’re not here to watch life pass by… you’re here to ride it, shape it, and light it up.
So hop on. Lean forward. And enjoy the wild, beautiful ride. 🎢✨
What’s on the schedule?
Just got my therapy schedule for today… And, true to form, it’s a lighter one—but hey, even light days can shine. Cooking group kicks things off at 11, where I’ll be enjoying the salsa I made yesterday and whipping up a little Mexican feast (because if you’re going to heal, you might as well do it with flavor and/or spice 🌶️).
Bocce?
At 1, it’s Bocce Ball—a simple roll-and-toss kind of game. Maybe not a brain workout… but sometimes the win is just showing up and playing anyway. Like many of the simple games here, not much to help with recovery from TBI (TBI is “traumatic brain injury.)KJuggling time.
Then at 2, we turn up the magic—I’ll be teaching juggling, which means smiles, motion, and a few gravity-defying moments (my kind of therapy). People here seem to like juggling a lot. And, juggling has been proven to help with TBI recovery.
Walmart?
Buy a few.
And to top it all off, a 3 p.m. run to Walmart—because even everyday heroes have to restock their magic. It’s not a jam-packed schedule… but it’s a lived one. And truth be told, a day that’s fully lived beats a day that’s just filled. Sometimes, that’s more than enough—it’s exactly right.
Relax
So no, it’s not a packed, high-octane kind of day… but it’s still a day. And sometimes life isn’t about fireworks—it’s about showing up, adding a little flavor, a little motion, a little meaning… and turning “just stuff” into something that counts. You must remember that you design each day you have, and only you can give yourself a bad day.
Are you eating?
Eating, that’s a fair concern—and a good instinct; it’s unlikely people are being intentionally left without food, but delays do happen, so if breakfast hasn’t arrived by 9:15, it’s worth calmly asking staff to make sure everyone’s taken care of, because noticing and speaking up like that is real leadership.
A butt here, a butt there — BUT?
I just got back from my daily cleanup—my version of exercise with a purpose. Right at the entrance to this place, I counted 11 cigarette butts scattered across the ground. Eleven. Like they were planted there overnight. And there’s one spot where someone drops at least 30 butts a day… a one-person litter storm. I’ve decided I’m done cleaning that particular patch—they can meet their own mess now. YUCK!
How will it be?
Still, it leaves me wondering what this place will look like when I’m gone. Will the small care disappear with me? Will the ground slowly surrender to trash and neglect? I hope not… but I’ve seen how quickly things can slide when no one steps up. Maybe the real question is this: who’s next? Who picks up the quiet torch and says, “Not on my watch”?
My Rings
My magic rings arrived in the mail—and while they didn’t break the bank, they just might break a few expectations. Sure, I went with the budget-friendly option… but guess what? They’re still going to fly, flash, and tell a story in the air. Because here’s the truth: it’s not the price tag that amazes people—it’s the passion behind the performance. These rings aren’t just props… they’re possibilities. And in the right hands, even the simplest tools can create a little wonder. 🎪
Cleaning the floor
Every week, like clockwork, they bring that big hallway floor back to life right outside my door. It shines a little brighter, feels a little better… and it never goes unnoticed. And every chance I get, I offer a simple thank you—”Looks great. I appreciate you.” It takes just a moment. No spotlight. No applause. Just two people sharing a quiet acknowledgment that something good was done.
People notice
No one else may ever notice—but I do. And she does. And that tiny exchange? It matters more than we think. So here’s the move: thank people. Every chance you get. It’s one of the easiest ways to make the world feel a little more human… and a whole lot more alive. ✨
The Mexican Lunch
Following the salsa I made yesterday, today we stepped it up—chicken enchiladas hit the stage. And wow… they didn’t just turn out good, they turned out fabulous. Plates were cleaned, smiles were earned, and for a moment, the whole room felt like a little celebration. 🌮🔥
HOT!
And then came the salsa showdown. Yesterday I brought two personalities to the party—my smooth, easygoing mild peach salsa… and its wild cousin, the very hot version. Some people danced with the heat and loved every second. Others? Let’s just say their taste buds went on an unexpected rollercoaster ride. 😄 🌶️ I don’t like the hot, but that’s just me (or is it you?)
1 pm-did not have interest in Bocce Ball, so I didn’t.
Juggling
2 p.m.—time to juggle.
Just one brave soul joined me alongside the therapist, both still in the beginner zone… but smiling, laughing, and keeping those balls (mostly) in the air. And honestly? That’s where the magic lives—not in perfection, but in the joy of the toss.
My weekly expedition to Walmart to gather the essentials for survival. 🍦🍪 Two ice creams, two cookies… mission accomplished. Yes, yes—junk food. I know. But they feed me the “official” meals here, and these little treasures help fill in the gaps and add a bit of joy to the menu.
Sometimes happiness doesn’t arrive with fireworks, a marching band, and a motivational soundtrack. 🎺✨ Sometimes it sneaks in quietly… disguised as a shopping cart squeaking triumphantly toward the checkout line, carrying ice cream like it just won Olympic gold. 🍦🏆
>>>>> May 6
Forced myself to stay in bed until 5 a.m. And it actually worked. 😄 For a guy whose brain usually starts sprinting at 3 am before the birds begin their tiny morning staff meeting, that’s practically considered sleeping in.
*****
Maybe my body finally negotiated a peace treaty with my mind. “Listen, Captain Adventure… we’re staying horizontal a little longer today.” And for once, the brain replied, “Fine. But only because the sunrise will still be there waiting.” 🌅
*****
Sometimes rest doesn’t arrive with fireworks and dramatic music. Sometimes it sneaks in quietly—five extra minutes at a time. But those moments matter. Healing matters. Recovery matters. Even race cars spend time in the pit before roaring back onto the track again. 🏎️
*****
So yes… mission accomplished.
The world somehow survived without me awake at 3 a.m. solving mysteries, planning adventures, and rearranging the universe before breakfast. 😄
*****
Today is Wednesday. The blog is mostly finished. The words have stretched their legs, wandered across the page, found their favorite chairs, and settled in like tiny houseguests refusing to leave. And now, floating through the soft quiet of the morning comes the grand question of the day—what kind of delightful trouble shall I step into next?
*****
What’s a Kit to do with an open day? 🤹♂️For one thing, he is scheduled to meet with Lilly for speech from 10:30-11. We went over some memory sheets, and I did not do as well as I had expected. She has done so much to help me remember things, but I know I could use much more help.
*****
That’s the funny thing about progress—we spend so much time puffing and sweating our way up the mountain that we forget to stop near the top, look around, and let our lungs throw a tiny celebration party. 🎉⛰️
*****
We get so focused on the climb, the goals, the next handhold, that we miss the miracle of the view we already earned. Sometimes the bravest thing isn’t pushing harder… It’s pausing long enough to breathe, grin like a happy fool, and whisper, “Would you look at that? I made it farther than I thought.”
*****
No giant emergency. No jam-packed schedule. Just open sky… and possibility sitting there like a mysterious unopened letter from life itself, sealed with sunshine and a little cosmic mischief. 🏔️✨
*****
Some days don’t burst in wearing fireworks and marching bands. They simply lean against the doorway of your life with a crooked grin, jingling possibility in their pockets, and whisper, “Well then… what kind of glorious little adventure shall we invent today?” ✨🚪🌎
*****
Today may be a wandering day. A thinking day. A tiny-adventure-with-sneakers-on kind of day. Maybe it becomes one of those beautiful little moments where I teach someone to juggle scarves, and suddenly their face lights up as they’ve just uncovered a secret loophole in the laws of gravity. 🎪✨
*****
For a few glorious seconds, the scarves float, laughter sneaks into the air, and the universe quietly whispers, “See? You’re capable of more than you thought.” Then they get ten throws, and it overwhelms them. I often suggest to them to get 100 throws by the end of the day.
*****
Or today’s assignment is simpler: notice things. The birds are conducting their tiny morning meetings. The sunlight was slowly crawling across the floor. The strange beauty of life continuing forward, even when the calendar loosens its grip for a while.
*****
Open days can fool us. They sometimes look “empty” when they’re actually overflowing with possibility. Not every meaningful day arrives carrying fireworks and marching bands. Some stroll in quietly, hands in pockets, whispering, “You finally have room to breathe.”
*****
And honestly?
Those days matter.
Always remember that you are in charge of making your day fabulous.
*****
Because a well-lived life is built not only in dramatic moments, but also in these softer spaces—the pauses between performances, the calm between adventures, the Wednesday mornings where a man sits beside a mostly finished blog and quietly asks:
*****
“Now what?”
Now what?
Now you live. 🌟
*****
This place gets so quiet sometimes that it almost feels unreal. Right now, there’s no one around at all—just stillness hanging in the air like the building forgot to breathe. It’s 1:15, and honestly, I’d love nothing more than to go for a long stroll… maybe even break into a little run just to feel movement again.
*****
But, as you know, that’s not something I’m allowed to do right now. So the body waits while the mind keeps pacing laps. Even so, somewhere inside me, that runner is still there—stretching at the starting line, ready for the day the gate finally opens.
*****
Dinner should be rolling out soon like a grand culinary parade on tiny invisible wheels. 🍽️✨ I’ll keep you posted on the evening feast. Although… plot twist… It’s now the next day, and whatever I ate last night has apparently slipped into the Witness Protection Program for memories. I know dinner happened. I survived. Beyond that? Complete mashed-potato mystery. 🤹♂️😂
******
>>>>> May 7
😀
A happy smiley face 😊 — do you like it? You’d better… because this little rascal is about to bounce through the entire section like it owns the place. 😊 It has no plans of leaving quietly, either. It’s here to sprinkle joy, photobomb your thoughts, and grin at you from every corner like a tiny yellow motivational speaker with cheeks. 😊
😀
Congratulations are in order! 🎉🏆 After wrestling the wild midnight circus of thoughts, ideas, memories, and random brain squirrels… I managed to stay in bed until nearly 5 a.m. For me, that’s sleeping late. A true athletic achievement in the Olympic sport of “Not Getting Up Too Early.” 😄
😀
Days arrive. Days leave. The sun clocks in, the moon clocks out, and somewhere in the middle our poor bodies politely whisper, “Hey, genius… maybe include sleep in this grand experiment called life.” 🌙✨ Turns out rest isn’t laziness—it’s fuel. Even race cars pull into the pit stop now and then… and you, my friend, have been running quite the marathon.
😀
I’m pretty much packed up for my next location for life, https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/. This place looks good to me. What do you think? The average American is expected to move roughly 11 to 12 times in their lifetime, according to U.S. Census Bureau data. While some people remain in only 1–3 homes, others, particularly in transient or professional contexts, may live in over 20+ different homes, apartments, or cities.
😀
If someone asked me where I’d choose to live after wandering across Europe, rolling through Japan, and exploring every state in America, I’d still point toward New Zealand with a giant grin on my face. 🌎✨ There’s just something magical about that place—the beauty, the calm, the people who somehow manage to feel both adventurous and wonderfully grounded at the same time.
😀
Mountains that look like they were designed by a fantasy novelist, oceans that sparkle like they’re showing off, and enough fresh air to make your lungs stand up and applaud.
😀
Now, actually moving there? Ah, yes… tiny detail. 😄 Sometimes life hands you a dream wrapped in paperwork, logistics, visas, moving expenses, and about seventeen forms asking if you’ve ever transported suspicious fruit across international borders. But still, what a beautiful thought to carry around in your pocket: out of all the places on Earth, one place made your spirit quietly whisper, “Yep… this feels like home.”
😀
Are careers funny little shape-shifters, too, aren’t they? 🎪 One minute you’re a 15-year-old kid picking up juggling balls “just for fun”… and suddenly WHOOSH—you’re completely consumed, chasing flying objects across stages and around the world. Then somehow the story kept growing.
😀
I wrote 15 books. I traveled the world helping jugglers discover and improve their own magic. And now? These days, I juggle words instead of clubs, tossing ideas, stories, laughter, and life lessons into this blog each morning before sunrise. Different rhythm… same joyful madness. ✨ I truly hope you enjoy the ride.
😀
I’m 67 years old now… though somewhere inside me, a 23-year-old is still sprinting down the hallway juggling dreams, wild ideas, and probably a suspicious amount of snacks. 😄🎉 And honestly? I hope that kid never leaves.
😀
I’m planning to stick around until at least 100, which means this wild little adventure still has 33 more years of plot twists, sunrise walks, outrageous laughter, unexpected reinventions, late-night ideas, wrong turns that become great stories, and beautifully ridiculous moments waiting just around the corner.
😀
Honestly, I feel like life keeps tossing me brand-new juggling balls and grinning like a mischievous carnival announcer: “Alright, Kit… your turn. Let’s see what kind of magic, chaos, and glorious nonsense you create with THESE.” 😄🎪✨
😀
I think the younger version of us never truly disappears—it just gathers wisdom, deeper love, stronger scars, and the good sense to stretch before attempting anything heroic. The real magic isn’t staying young… It’s staying curious and staying playful. Keeping that spark alive even while the candles on the birthday cake begin requiring a fire permit. 🎂🔥
😀
So tell me… does the child inside you still sneak out once in a while to chase fireflies, laugh too loudly, buy unnecessary ice cream, or dream up wonderfully ridiculous ideas? I sure hope so. 🎈
😀
Because life becomes a far brighter circus when we never stop chasing wonder, juggling curiosity, and leaving a little glitter on the sidewalks of ordinary days.
😀
I’m planning to stick around until at least 100, so this adventure still has 33 more years of plot twists, sunrise walks, laughter, learning, and glorious nonsense ahead. Here I go! Want to join me on this wild little expedition to 100? We’ll collect stories, wisdom, wrinkles, and, along the way, a few missing reading glasses. 🚀✨
😀
Here I go! Want to join me on this wild little expedition to 100? We’ll collect stories, wisdom, wrinkles, and a few missing reading glasses along the way. 🚀✨
😀
As I’ve written before, if I didn’t have this blog to pour my thoughts into, I don’t know what I’d do. 🤹♂️✨ This little corner of words has become part diary, part campfire, part runaway circus train for my brain. Some people knit sweaters. Some people yell at golf balls. Some waste their time watching TV.
😀
I wake up before sunrise and wrestle ideas onto a screen while the birds hold their tiny morning meetings outside. Without this blog, I’d be roaming the hallways juggling oranges and giving motivational speeches to vending machines. 🍊🎤
😀
My daily schedule finally arrived… and guess what? One lonely little appointment: speech therapy from 10:30 to 11:00. Apparently, I’ve become the wild rogue juggling club of the therapy department and scared everyone else into hiding. Honestly, though, that part feels a little sad. I still want to keep improving, keep learning, keep pushing forward. Give me challenges, not parking brakes. My engine is still running. 🎪✨
😀
Breakfast was the usual today—nothing worthy of a standing ovation, fireworks, or even a postcard home. Just another quiet little “well, this technically counts as food” kind of morning. No legendary pancakes. No heroic omelet riding in to save the day. But that’s alright. Not every breakfast becomes a memory; some are simply fuel for the next adventure waiting somewhere ahead. ☀️
😀
First, I stopped by the therapy room, and Terrie let me know she’ll meet with me tomorrow—which, in the mysterious land of schedules and clipboards, counts as a genuine victory. I was early, so I spent a little time downstairs on the first floor, quietly observing life in all its strange and fragile forms. Some people there truly are not doing very well. Honestly, it sometimes feels less like a rehabilitation center and more like extremely expensive babysitting with better lighting.
😀
From 11:00 to 11:30, I had speech therapy. I left feeling a little disappointed in myself because my memory still likes to wander off like a distracted golden retriever chasing squirrels. I know I need to use more strategies instead of just hoping my brain suddenly yells, “Surprise! I remembered everything!” One thing is becoming very clear: I need to carry a pen and something to write on at all times. My future may depend on sticky notes, scribbled reminders, and the ancient survival technique known as “WRITE IT DOWN, KIT.” ✍️
😀
Back for lunch… and the meal was not that great. Then absolutely nothing is scheduled for the rest of the afternoon. Apparently, my calendar looked at me and said, “You know what? Let’s just let Kit freestyle today.” 😄
😀
I’m looking forward to getting to the new place. Once I land there, I plan to tighten up my food intake, start working out more, and wake this body back up like an old circus lion hearing the opening music again. 🦁🎪
😀
Right now, there’s not much I can do here, so I’ve mostly been in “low battery mode.” But that won’t last forever. The engine is still in there rumbling… just waiting for open road, fresh challenges, and maybe slightly smaller bowls of ice cream. 🍨😀
😀
People told me I should be wearing a
mask because I was sick.
This is my mask, do you like it? And, here is a mask on a mask.
Last week, while I was coughing like an old lawnmower trying to start in winter, people kept telling me, “You should really be wearing a mask.” 😄 So naturally, I contacted Amazon and ordered a mask. And now the big question is… do you like it? Because if I’m going to look like a mysterious ninja-pharmacist-superhero, I at least want style points. 🥷😷✨
😀
>>>>> May 8
YES!
That’s a great word, YES.
Use this word more often, YES?
YES, you can!
YES!
Waking in the early hours never gets old for me—that quiet time before the world fully wakes up has become part of who I am. While most people are still dreaming, my mind is already stretching, building, creating, and chasing the next idea across the sunrise. It always feels good to have projects to work on, little sparks of purpose waiting on the table each morning, like unopened gifts from life itself. ☀️✨
YES!
Today, I wrote a letter to my daughter, Jasmine, about some difficulties I’ve been facing. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is speak honestly about what hurts and what needs to change. This letter is an important step toward a better future. Life has taught me something powerful: even hard conversations can become bridges to healing, progress, and new beginnings.
YES!
What’s next for you today?
What’s first for you today?
You have all day — use it right.
And you have all your life — Make it magnificent!
YES!
Around 8:35 a.m. now, my breakfast has decided to begin a heroic cross-country expedition before reaching my room. My schedule finally arrived too: speech therapy from 10:30–11 and OT from 1–2. Not exactly the kind of action-packed calendar that makes Broadway producers fight over the movie rights.
YES!
Not much to write home about… though that thought comes with a little sting, because technically, at the moment, I don’t really have a home to write to. Funny how life can slip humor and heartbreak into the very same sentence.
YES!
Still, I’ve learned something important over the years: home is not always a building. Sometimes it’s the people who love you, the dreams still pulling you forward, the stories you continue to tell, and the stubborn little spark inside you that refuses to quit. ✨
YES!
I was just out doing my daily cleaning patrol again… picking up little bits of the world one piece at a time. And honestly, the thought crossed my mind once more: who will keep doing it when I’m gone? I’d hate to see this place slowly surrender to clutter and neglect. A clean space may seem like a small thing, but it quietly tells people, “Someone cared enough to make life a little better here.” Even tiny acts of care leave fingerprints behind. 🧹✨
YES!
From 10:30 to 11, I had speech therapy with Dino. Trying not to radiate too much negativity here, but when I walked in, he casually asked, “How ya been?” I already had my reservations. Most sessions feel unprepared, like we’re building the airplane after takeoff. He rarely seems ready for me, and honestly, I left as quickly as I could. So, back I came to something that lights me up—this blog. Right now, my greatest joy is sitting down and tossing words into the world for you, one thought at a time, like juggling little sparks of life across the page. ✨
YES!
My daughter, April, has a daughter, Penelope — so I am a Granpa. I can’t be that old.
My mom made the dress, by the way. 
YES!
OT was supposed to start at 1 pm. The door to the therapy room remained locked until 5 after, then my actual therapy did not start until 10 after, and ended at 1:37, so I am losing time for therapy. We decided I would make a meal of pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, and salad, using my own salad sauce recipe. She wrote a list of things this would help with — I just want to eat a meal.
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PART 3)–BLOG 376–DON’T LIVE FOR THE FUTURE OF THE PAST
“Don’t live in the past. Don’t live in the future.”
Simple words… but they carry the kind of truth that can rearrange a life.
Often linked to Gautama Buddha, the fuller idea lands like a quiet bell in a noisy room:
“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”
No fireworks. No drumroll. Just clarity—clean and undeniable.
Yesterday is a story.
Tomorrow is a guess.
But right now?
This is your workshop. 🔧
This is where life gets built.
Build one small, imperfect moment.
One beautiful action at a time.
When you anchor yourself in the present, something almost magical happens. The static fades. Regret loosens its grip like an old knot finally giving way. Worry—oh, that loud, dramatic storyteller—loses its microphone.
And suddenly, you’re not stuck replaying or predicting… you’re doing. You’re choosing. You’re creating. That’s where peace lives—not in some distant future, not buried in a rewritten past—but right here, in the breath you’re taking and the step you’re about to make.
And here’s the twist—living in the present doesn’t mean erasing the past. It means finally putting it where it belongs. The past is a teacher, not a landlord. It shouldn’t get to live rent-free in your mind, stomping through your thoughts, rearranging your peace, and dimming the lights of your future.
Take the lessons. Take the scars that turned into strength. Take the wisdom that only struggle could teach. But don’t hand the car keys to it and let it drive your life in circles. You’ve still got roads to travel and horizons waiting to meet you.
Because when old pain builds a permanent campsite in your head, it quietly drains your energy—the very fuel you need to create something beautiful now. Regret is heavy. Resentment is exhausting. And replaying yesterday over and over is like trying to drive forward while staring only into the rearview mirror. At some point, you have to loosen your grip on what hurt you so you can finally hold onto what can heal you.
And today? Today is where your life actually lives. Not someday. Not “when everything finally lines up perfectly.” Today—in all its messy, unfinished, gloriously imperfect magic. This moment is still breathing, still offering chances, still handing you tiny opportunities disguised as ordinary hours. So laugh a little louder. Love a little deeper. Start before you feel fully ready. Life is not waiting for perfection…
It’s waiting for participation. 🌅
So step into this moment like you mean it.
Unpack your attention.
Open the windows. Let the light in. ☀️
Say yes to what’s in front of you—even if it’s small, even if it’s uncertain. Especially then. The future isn’t waiting for you somewhere down the road—it’s being shaped right now, by the choices you make in this moment. Every action is a brushstroke. Every decision adds color to the canvas. You’re not just passing time… you’re painting something that didn’t exist before.
So leave the past where it belongs.
Forgive yourself—yes, even for that.
Use what you’ve learned, but don’t live there.
And stop renting space in a future that hasn’t arrived yet.
Instead, stand right here—feet planted firmly on the ground, heart wide open, hands ready for the work and wonder ahead—and build something bold. Something alive. Something that crackles with purpose, laughter, courage, and possibility. Build a life that doesn’t whisper “maybe someday,” but shouts a full-bodied, fearless, unapologetic YES into the sky. ✨
Because this moment?
This one right here?
This is where the magic gets made. ✨
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 snap you awake, simplify big ideas, and give you a quick push forward. A good quote can shift your thinking—turning “I can’t” into “let’s try.” And the more you repeat it, the more it becomes part of you.
Simple truth: A quote on a page is nice… A quote you live by? That’s power. 🚀
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Buddha–“Do not dwell in the past,
do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind on the present moment.”
Kit Summers–“If you want to be remembered after you are dead–
Write something worth reading (as I’ve done.)
Or do something worth writing about.”
Kit Summers — “The more people you lift, encourage, teach, and sprinkle a little hope onto,
the more your fingerprints stay on the world long after you’ve wandered off to your next adventure.” 🎪
Kit Summers–“Memories aren’t built from perfection—they’re built from kindness, laughter, generosity, and those small moments when someone walks away thinking, ‘Wow… that person made my day brighter.’ Help enough people, and your story keeps juggling its way forward through the hearts of others. 🎪✨”
Kevin Costner–“Our best chance of leaving behind a legacy is to
Teach those who want to learn, our kids, by standing firm.
You can go with the flow on some things. But in matters of conscience,
You need to stand firm.”
Anonymous–“Even though your time here is temporary,
If you do a good enough job, your work will last forever.”
William Arthur Ward:–
The mediocre teacher tells.
The good teacher explains.
The superior teacher demonstrates.
The great teacher inspires.”
C.K. Webb–“A writer doesn’t want for riches and fame.
Even though those aren’t bad things.
An authentic writer wants to leave behind a part of themselves,
something that withstands the test of time and can go through the generations.”
Billy Graham–“The greatest inheritance you can pass on to your children and grandchildren is more than the money or material possessions you get. It’s a legacy of both character and faith.”
Og Mandino–“The greatest legacy you can leave to your kids is happy memories; those special moments so much like rocks on the beach that are taken from the white sand and put in tiny boxes that lie unopened on shelves until one day they fall out and time repeats, with joy and sadness, in the child who is now an adult.”
Simon Van Booy–“Language lets us reach out to people, to touch people with our deepest fears, hopes, losses, victories. To reach out to people whom we’ll never meet. It’s the single greatest legacy you could ever leave to your children or your loved ones: The history of how you felt in your biggest moments.”
Christine Gregoire–“It is up to us to live based on the legacy that was left behind for us, and to leave our own that is worthy of our children, their children, and their children’s children.”
Naveen Jain–“Our legacy will be defined by the victories and boldness by which our daughters and sons take on the challenges the world faces. I also wonder if perhaps the most important and long-lasting demonstration of one’s humility lies in our ability to teach and mentor our children.”
Aristotle–“Children are the legacy we leave behind for the age we will not live to see.”
Paul Tsongas–“We are a continuum. In the same way we draw on our ancestors for our core values, we, as guardians of our legacy, must look ahead to future generations. And we do so with an awareness of sacredness in that reaching.”
Andre Leon Talley: “I want to be remembered as someone who made an impact in the lives of young people. I want people to remember that I nurtured someone and taught them to pursue their dreams and their careers, to leave a legacy.”
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PART 5) YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK >>
LIVE FOR NOW! NOT TOMORROW. NOT NEXT WEEK. NOW IS YOUR TIME
This week, shift your lens. The past has packed its bags and left the building. The future?
A promise, a maybe, a “we’ll see.” But NOW—this moment right here—is where your power lives.
Treat each “now” like it’s a spark with your name on it—because it is. Show up fully. Lean in a little more than you feel comfortable with. Add your flavor, your fire, your grin. Stack enough of those moments—one, then another, then another—and suddenly… boom.
This week, see life differently, see hope in your future. You’re not just passing time anymore—you’re crafting something bold, bright, and unforgettable. An extraordinary life, built one electric “now” at a time. MAKE ALL THIS HAPPEN THIS WEEK! ⚡ 
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PART 6) NEXT WEEK>>
BLOG 377–I CAN’T WHISTLE
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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!
🌟
