BLOG 380–WHY CARE?

✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 380–WHY CARE?

This Video will give you more insight into me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc
This Blog is Best Read on a Laptop, Rather than Your Phone.
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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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 last blog, #379, arrived a little early because I was in the middle of moving to a new home. That extra time between blogs has given me a few more days to reflect, think, and write for you. I live here now >> https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/
     
Truth be told, one of my greatest joys right now is sitting down and putting these words together. Writing allows me to share ideas, tell stories, and stay connected with people like you. Thank you for taking the time to read what I created. These thoughts bring you a smile, a new perspective, or a little spark of inspiration along the way.
   
At 5 a.m., while much of the world was still rubbing sleep from its eyes, another brand-new juggler was born. 🎪 On staff here at NeuroRestorative (NR), Joanna learned quickly and seemed genuinely surprised by her own abilities. Watching that spark appear in someone’s face never gets old. It made her happy, and somehow that happiness bounced right back into me like a well-thrown ball returning to the hand.
   
By now, I have taught at least 50 people at NR how to juggle, and that feels wonderful. Think about that for a moment — 50 people who once believed, “I could never do that,” suddenly discovering they could. Juggling is sneaky that way. It teaches far more than tossing objects through the air. It teaches patience, courage, laughter, and the simple truth that dropping the ball is part of learning, not proof of failure. 😄
 
Now everything is packed, even at this early hour, and I am ready for the next chapter. Later today, Jasmine and April will arrive, and together we will make the two-hour drive to my new home. I can feel the wheels of change already turning. And I plan to change right along with them.
     
One thing is certain: I need to get myself back into better shape — stronger, healthier, more alive. This move is not just about a new place to live; it is about building a stronger future. A better Kit is stepping forward now, one choice, one step, and maybe one juggling club at a time. ✨
       
Another one has been welcomed into the wonderful world of flying objects, quick reflexes, and triumphant smiles! 🎪✨

This morning, the new Head of Nursing, Lisa Kloc, became my newest juggling student. Within minutes, she was keeping three objects dancing through the air and discovering what so many others have learned before her: juggling is equal parts skill, persistence, and fun. Watching someone catch that first taste of success never gets old. Another juggler joins the ranks! 🤹‍♂️🌟
LISA LEARNED!
Lisa is still fairly new here herself. Because my departure arrived so quickly, we never really had the opportunity to get to know each other very well before now. Life has funny timing sometimes. Just as one chapter is closing, along comes a small, unexpected moment that makes the ending feel a little brighter.
     
There we were, tossing scarves and learning the rhythm that every juggler eventually discovers — not perfection, but recovery. Juggling is not about never dropping; it is about learning to catch, adjust, laugh, and continue.

Lisa picked it up quickly, and before long, there was that familiar spark in the air: the joy people feel when they realize they can do something they first believed was impossible. I have taught so many people here to juggle during my stay. Patients, staff members, visitors — one by one, the little circle kept growing. Every person who learns seems to carry away more than a trick.
    I WILL MISS PEOPLE AT NEARORESTORIVE
They leave with a smile, a little confidence, and a reminder that the brain can still learn, adapt, and surprise us at any age. Teaching juggling has helped me as much as anyone else. Each lesson gave me purpose, connection, and another reason to keep tossing my own dreams back into the air.
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PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
Kit’s Daily Delights — Inspiration, Freshly Served
         
>>>>>May 28
And now, as I prepare to leave this place behind and step into my next great adventure, it feels wonderfully fitting that one more person joined the juggling club before I rolled out the door. One last set of smiles, one more new skill learned, and one more reminder that wherever I go, I leave a few flying balls—and a little joy—behind. 🎪✨
   
There is something beautiful about that to me. In a place filled with challenges, routines, frustrations, and long days, a few flying objects spinning through the air managed to create smiles, laughter, and little sparks of belief.
    ONE MORE
One more person discovered they could do something they once believed was impossible. One more person learned that dropping is not failure—it is simply part of the process. Every dropped ball is a lesson, every catch a victory, and every attempt a reminder that growth lives just beyond the edge of what we think we can do.
     
In that moment, juggling became more than a skill. It became a lesson in life itself: you do not succeed by never dropping. You succeed by picking it up, trying again, and finding your rhythm. The secret is not perfection—it is persistence. Keep reaching, keep learning, and sooner or later, what once seemed impossible becomes part of who you are. 🎪✨
      IMPOSIBLE?
That may sound small to some people, but it is not small at all. Sometimes the greatest thing we leave behind is not money, fame, or even accomplishments. Sometimes it is confidence planted inside another human being. Sometimes it is joy. Sometimes it is simply helping someone feel alive again for a few moments.
   
So as I pack my things and head toward whatever comes next, I leave knowing a few more balls and scarves are flying through the air because I was here. And honestly? That makes me smile all the way down to my juggling soul. 😄

KIT, JASMINE, WILLOW, APRIL, PENELOPE

All my things were packed, and there I sat, waiting for my daughters, Jasmine and April, to arrive. A knock came at the door, and when I opened it, my heart instantly filled with joy. There they were—but not just the two of them. The whole little family had shown up! It was a family reunion!
    KATH (WILLOW), TOO!
Jasmine and April stood there smiling, my beautiful granddaughter Penelope was with them, and, to my complete surprise, my sister Kath—who has always gone by her middle name, Willow—was standing there too.
   
What a wonderful surprise. In that moment, the boxes, the move, and all the stress of change faded into the background. All I could see were the people I love. Throughout my life, my sister, Willow, has done so much to enrich and support me.
   
Life has taken me on some wild journeys, through triumphs and tragedies, across thousands of miles and countless adventures. Yet moments like this remind me what truly matters. Family. The people who show up. The people who care. The people who stand beside you as one chapter closes and another begins.
   
>>>>>May 29
This morning, a nurse stopped by with the usual handful of medications for me to take. I’ve never been much of a fan of medication. I understand that many of these pills serve an important purpose, but I still find it strange to start the day by swallowing what feels like a small chemistry set. Given the choice, I’d much rather rely on fresh air, exercise, good food, and a positive attitude. Still, I’m grateful for the medical advances that help keep people healthy and moving forward, so down the hatch they went. 💊😄
      DRUGS?
I understand that as the years add up, some medicines may become necessary, but I would still like to sit down with the doctor here and see if we can reduce the number I take. If there is a healthy way to simplify things, I am all for it. I know that your diet is also a big factor in your health as you age.
    FAMILY!
As I looked around at the smiling faces of my family, gratitude washed over me. Surrounded by my daughters, Jasmine and April, my granddaughter Penelope, and my sister Willow, I was reminded of something important: wherever life takes me, I never travel alone. Love was standing right there in that doorway, making the beginning of this new adventure even more meaningful. ❤️✨
  TALKIN’ TACOS
Later, we enjoyed a special dinner at https://talkintacos.net/. The restaurant has locations across Florida, Georgia, Washington, D.C., New York, North Carolina, and Texas, and it is growing quickly. The menu blends Mexican and Cuban flavors, and I ordered the chicken tacos. They were, without question, the best chicken tacos I have ever eaten. If they handed out Olympic medals for tacos, they would be standing on the podium.
 
That afternoon, we headed to Lettuce Lake Conservation Park, and what a wonderful destination it turned out to be. Surrounded by beautiful scenery, peaceful waterways, and the sights and sounds of nature, it was the perfect place to spend an afternoon. Everyone seemed to enjoy exploring the park, taking in the fresh air, and simply appreciating the beauty around them. It was one of those outings that leaves you smiling long after it’s over—a truly delightful experience for all. 🌳☀️🦅

There were hugs, smiles, and plenty of catching up. It felt wonderful to spend time together in person rather than over the phone or through messages. Jasmine, April, and Willow are staying nearby at an Airbnb, and I am deeply grateful they came all this way to help me settle into my new home.
      MY NEW HOME
That new home is Legacy Preserve Tampa >>
https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/,
 
And so far, I am very impressed. I slept well my first night, always a good sign. They provide all meals and will even deliver them directly to my room. This morning’s breakfast included a bowl of fresh fruit, sausage, and waffles. Not a bad way to begin a new chapter.
   
One thing I have noticed is that many of the residents here are simply waiting for the end of the story. That makes me a little sad. I do not see myself fitting into that mindset. I plan to keep learning, growing, writing, exercising, juggling, laughing, and living — until at least age 100. My goal remains the same: to live well past 100. Many people accept aging as a slow surrender. I prefer to think of it as another challenge to juggle.
    WITH FAMILY
Yesterday, the girls and my sister checked into a local Airbnb,
which sparked two questions in my curious little brain:
Why is it called Airbnb?
And why is Lettuce Lake Park called Lettuce Lake Park?
I needed answers.
     
The Airbnb story is clever. Back in 2007, the founders, Brian Chesky and Joe Gebbia, were struggling to pay rent in San Francisco. When a large conference filled all the local hotels, they set up a few air mattresses on the living room floor and offered breakfast to guests. They created a website called AirBedandBreakfast.com. As the business grew beyond air mattresses and expanded into homes and apartments, they shortened the name to the much catchier Airbnb.
     
And what about Lettuce Lake Park? No giant salads grow there. The park gets its name from water lettuce, lilies, and other floating plants that once covered large portions of the wetlands and the Hillsborough River. The leaves resemble lettuce heads floating on the water, giving the park its unique name.
     
Before heading to the park, we picked up enough food to feed a small army. We discovered a wonderful local place called Fersh Flame–https://www.facebook.com/Fershflame2025/– and loaded up for our picnic adventure. Between the beautiful park, the delicious food, and the company of people I love, it turned into one of those days that remind you how rich life can be.

• A new chapter.
• A new home.
• Great food.
• Laughter.
• Family.
• Love.
• What a wonderful day. 
• What a wonderful life. 

>>>>May 30
A surprise greeted me this morning in Legacy. At 8:15, there was a knock on the door, and breakfast arrived right at my apartment. That was thoughtful, but I let her know that in the future, I would rather mosey on down to the cafeteria myself. A little walk, a little movement, and a chance to see people along the way sounds much better to me than staying tucked away indoors.
    THEY HELP A LOT HERE
A little later, two friendly staff members stopped by to see if I had any laundry that needed washing. I told them I had just cleaned my clothes, so everything was in good shape. They explained that they come around every few days to help residents stay up to date. I appreciated the service, though I couldn’t help but smile.  There is not much around here that gets me particularly dirty. Then again, I hope I am not  carrying around any mysterious human odor that I have become too polite to notice! 😄

   HERE IS KIT AND HIS WONDERFUL GRANDAUGHTER, PENELOPE

Not long after that, another helpful person arrived to teach me how to use the television system. Fortunately, Jasmine had already worked her magic and set everything up before she left. Still, I learned something useful: I only need to use one of the two remote-control devices sitting beside the TV. That is good news.
     
The fewer buttons I have to remember, the better. Technology and I occasionally have a friendly disagreement about who is in charge. I like things that are simple, straightforward, and easy to use. Give me one button that works, and I am a happy camper. Give me five remotes, three menus, and a password I created yesterday, and suddenly I find myself in a wrestling match with modern civilization.
     
There was a time when I could keep, what seemed like, dozens of juggling clubs flying through the air at once, but somehow a television remote with forty-seven buttons can still leave me scratching my head. Technology keeps adding new features, while I keep asking, “Yes, but does it really need to do all that?”
   
Fortunately, I have learned that patience helps. If I push enough buttons, ask enough questions, and occasionally recruit a younger person (Jasmine and April) for technical support, most gadgets eventually surrender and cooperate. Until then, technology and I continue our ongoing negotiation, each of us convinced we know best. 😄📺🔧
      A FULL MORNING
So far, my first full morning here has been filled with friendly faces, helping hands, and little discoveries around every corner. Every new place has its own rhythm, its own personality, and its own way of doing things. Little by little, I am learning the steps to this new dance and finding my place in the music of it all.
     
A surprise arrived at lunchtime when I headed downstairs for my first real meal. The dining room is surprisingly elegant—more like a nice restaurant than what I expected. Real silverware, cloth napkins, comfortable chairs, and a welcoming atmosphere make the experience feel special.
      TIME FOR LUNCH
Today I ordered a toasted ham and cheese sandwich, and it was quite tasty. Lately, my appetite has not been what it once was, so I was pleased to enjoy the meal. I suspect that as I become more active, my hunger may return.
 
There is a weight room here, and I need to start putting it to good use. Exercise has always helped me feel stronger, both physically and mentally. At the moment, I have not seen many others using it, so that I may have the place entirely to myself.
    TEN-FOOT CEILINGS
Another thing I noticed is that the ceilings here must be at least ten feet high. The moment I looked up, I could not help but smile. Years ago, when I was at the top of my juggling game, this would have felt like a dream practice hall. High ceilings meant freedom—freedom to send clubs spinning toward the sky, to experiment with bigger tricks, and to push the limits of what seemed possible.
     
Of course, those days are behind me now. Time has a way of changing all of us. The body may not respond quite as quickly, and the clubs may not fly quite as high, but the spirit that loved the challenge is still very much alive. I will be tossing a few things around in here soon enough, partly for exercise and partly because juggling has always felt like an old friend dropping by for a visit.
      THE OLD DAYS
It will never be quite like the old days, and that is perfectly all right. Life was never meant to stand still or be replayed like an old movie. The past gave us wonderful memories, valuable lessons, and moments worth cherishing.
   
I can look back with gratitude at the adventures, accomplishments, and people who helped shape my journey. Those memories will always have a special place in my heart, but they were never meant to become a place where I permanently live.
   
After all, life is not found in yesterday—it is found in what we choose to do with today.
   
The real adventure is learning how to embrace the present. Instead of trying to recreate what once was, we can discover new ways to find joy, purpose, and excitement right where we are.
     
The stage may look different, the props may have changed, and the pace may be slower, but there is still plenty of life left to live, laughter left to share, and new memories waiting to be made. Every day offers another opportunity to grow, to connect, and to find happiness in ways we may never have imagined before. ❤️
And sometimes those new joys are not entirely new at all.
  They are familiar passions returning in different forms.
   
I may not be the fellow launching seven clubs toward the ceiling anymore, but I can still enjoy the rhythm of a good throw, the satisfaction of a clean catch, and the smile that comes from keeping a few objects dancing in the air. Besides, as long as something is flying, a little piece of the old juggler is still up there with it. 🎪😊
   
Of course, life is about more than grand adventures and flying juggling clubs. Often, it is the simple, everyday moments—a friendly smile, a comfortable chair, a familiar routine, or a pleasant conversation—that slowly transform a new place into something that feels like home. Those small comforts may not make headlines, but they often bring the greatest sense of peace and belonging. ❤️
   
Meals are included with living here, and there are daily specials along with regular menu choices. That is a nice touch. The staff seems eager to help, and everyone I have met so far has been friendly and welcoming. Each day, this new chapter feels a little less unfamiliar and a little more like a place where I can settle in, make new friends, and continue enjoying the journey ahead.
      BEING HERE MAKES ME FEEL OLD
I am still getting to know the residents here. Many make their way through the halls with canes, walkers, and slower steps than I remember from my younger days. Seeing that is a gentle reminder that I am no spring chicken myself. Yet in my mind, I am still the fellow tossing juggling clubs high into the air, chasing new adventures, and looking forward to whatever comes next.
     
Age may leave its fingerprints on us, but it need not steal our curiosity, our sense of humor, or our desire to keep growing. The years may change how fast we move, but they do not have to change how fully we live. I have already met many friendly people, and with each conversation, I learn a little more about the unique stories that brought them here.
      ROCKY (WHERE’S BULLWINKLE?)
There is an excellent TV setup in my apartment as well. At the moment, I am watching Rocky, a movie I first saw many years ago. Watching it again reminds me why it became such a classic. It is not really a story about boxing—it is a story about determination, heart, and refusing to quit when life knocks you down. Those are lessons that seem just as valuable today as they were the first time I watched them.
   
Thinking about my past brings me back to the year I spent at NeuroRestorative.com. It was a chapter of my life filled with challenges, lessons, and more than a few frustrations. When I look back on that time, I often remember the limitations placed upon me and the constant effort it took to fight for the freedom and opportunities I wanted.
    NEURO
To be fair, there were staff members who genuinely cared about me and did their best to help. I met some kind people there, and I am grateful for their efforts. Yet despite their good intentions, I often felt that I was not receiving the level of support I truly needed to move forward. Too often, I found myself pushing against restrictions rather than being encouraged to spread my wings.
     
Perhaps that is one reason I appreciate where I am today. Difficult experiences have a way of teaching us what we value most. That year reminded me how important freedom, independence, and purpose are to me. It strengthened my determination to keep growing, keep improving, and keep reaching for the life I want to live.
   
During my time there, I want to make a positive difference in the lives of others living with brain injuries. Whenever I saw an opportunity to help, I shared ideas, offered suggestions, and spoke up when I believed something could be improved.
     
I may not have been able to change everything, but I always tried to leave things a little better than I found them. I learned that even small improvements can make a meaningful difference in someone’s daily life.
      HAVE I CHANGED YOU?
A kind word, a helpful suggestion, or a simple act of encouragement may seem minor in the moment, but those little things often add up to something much larger. If I helped make one person’s day easier, brighter, or more hopeful, then my efforts would be worthwhile.
   
If even one person received better care, found more encouragement, or discovered new possibilities because of something I said or did, then my time there was worthwhile. Knowing that I may have helped someone move forward gives me a sense of purpose and satisfaction.
   
One of the greatest gifts we can leave behind is making another person’s journey a little easier. We may never fully know the impact we have on others, but I like to believe that some of the kindness, support, and hope I shared will continue long after I am gone. ❤️
     
Whether those efforts changed policies, improved daily life, or simply brought a smile to someone’s face, I hope they helped. If even one person received better care, found a little more hope, or discovered a new possibility because of something I said or did, then my time there was worthwhile.
      JOY!
I also found joy in teaching others to juggle. More than fifty people learned while I was at NR, and with every new juggler came a reminder that people are capable of more than they often believe. Perhaps that was my greatest contribution—not just teaching a skill, but helping people see their own potential.
   
Dinner tonight was pasta with a rich meat sauce, and I have to admit, it was quite tasty. As I sat in the dining room enjoying my meal, I looked around and noticed something impossible to miss—walkers, wheelchairs, and slow, careful steps everywhere. Most everyone used something.
     
For a moment, I felt like a young boy surrounded by people much older than myself. Even though I know I am no youngster anymore, part of me still sees the fellow who was tossing juggling clubs high into the air, riding unicycles, and chasing the next adventure. Because of that, there are moments when I wonder if I truly belong here.
      A YOUNG PUP
While I was eating, I overheard one resident say to another, “She’s been here for more than a year.” The other woman sounded surprised. So was I. A year? I cannot imagine spending that much time in one place like this. My mind immediately drifted to all the things I still want to do, all the places I want to go, and all the adventures I hope are still waiting for me. Back to New Zealand? Wanna go?
         
Then again, perhaps everyone here once felt the same way. Maybe they, too, had dreams, plans, and busy lives before finding themselves in this chapter. It is a reminder that life can change in ways we never expect.
     
Still, I am determined not to spend my days simply watching life pass by. There are books to write, clubs to juggle, muscles to strengthen, people to meet, and smiles to share. Whatever chapter this may be, I have no intention of making it the final story. ❤️✨
     
>>>>>May 31
Breakfast was my leftover tacos, and they were absolutely delicious. I could have wandered down to the dining room for the official breakfast, but sometimes priorities matter. The cafeteria would still be there tomorrow; those tacos were calling my name today. I am happy to report that the tacos won. 🌮😄
      TACO TIME
Just returned from lunch. They offer a menu with daily specials along with a selection of regular favorites. Today, I chose the hamburger. It arrived as a simple burger on a bun, and I had to ask for tomato, lettuce, ketchup, and mustard separately. They happily brought them over, but overall, it was not exactly a memorable meal. Let’s say I have had burgers that inspired standing ovations, and this one barely earned polite applause. 🍔
    AN OLD FOLKS HOME?
One thing I have noticed since arriving is that most residents use walkers, canes, wheelchairs, or other assistive devices to get around. Many appear older than I am, and at times it feels like I have wandered into a chapter of life I never imagined would become part of my own story. An assisted living community was never on my list of destinations. Am I living in an old-folks home?
     
Yet here I am. Life does not always ask for our approval before turning the page. I can spend my time wishing things were different, or I can make the best of where I am and what I have. If life has taught me anything, it is that happiness is rarely found by looking backward. It is found by taking the circumstances in front of us and finding ways to grow, contribute, laugh, and keep moving forward. That is exactly what I intend to do.

WRITING THIS BLOG FOR YOU
Writing this blog is something I genuinely enjoy. It gives me a chance to think, learn, share ideas, and encourage others along the way. I enjoy the challenge of finding just the right word—the one that paints the clearest picture, sparks a new thought, or touches a heart. Words matter. They have the power to teach, inspire, comfort, and motivate. That is why I take time with them, and I suspect you do the same.
 
In your own life, seek out the things you genuinely love to do—not because someone expects it of you, not because it pays well, and not because it earns applause from others, but because it brings a smile to your heart.
    CURIOSITY
Pay attention to the activities that ignite your curiosity, energize your spirit, and make time seem to disappear. Those moments are rarely accidents—they are often life’s gentle signposts, pointing you toward a richer, more meaningful, and deeply fulfilling path. 🌟
     
When you build your life around what truly brings you joy, something remarkable happens. You wake up with more enthusiasm, face challenges with greater determination, and find deeper satisfaction in each day.
   
Success may still come, but it arrives as a welcome companion rather than the destination itself. Follow what lights you up inside, and you may discover that the happiest life is not the one that impresses others—it is the one that feels right to you. 🌟
      BUILD
Then build more of your life around those things. Create a life that you would choose for yourself rather than one that happens to you. If you can find a way to help other people while doing what you enjoy, that is even better. Purpose and happiness often travel together.
     
So, what is your thing? Painting? Juggling? Gardening? Writing? Teaching? Volunteering? Learning? Whatever it is, could you make time for it? Life becomes richer when you spend more time doing what lights you up inside. And one more question: Have you started your blog yet? 😊
      WHAT’S YOUR CHOICE?
I’m saying this: You must love what you do in life. Not every day will be easy, and not every moment will bring a smile. I’ve experienced soaring highs and crushing lows, moments of great joy and seasons of deep struggle. Through it all, I have tried to stay true to myself and choose the path that felt right for me.
     
Life is too precious to spend your days chasing someone else’s dreams. Discover what sparks your curiosity, fuels your spirit, and gives your life meaning. Find the things that make you excited to get out of bed each morning and eager to embrace the day ahead. Follow those passions with courage and determination. When you build your life around what truly matters to you, success becomes more than an achievement—it becomes a life well lived.
 
There will be obstacles, detours, and a few potholes big enough to swallow a unicycle, but when you love what you do, the journey becomes worthwhile. Do what is right for you, and let your life reflect your own passions, values, and dreams. ❤️✨
      CHASE YOUR DREAMS
There was a Bingo game going on downstairs. One person called out the numbers while seven residents followed along, hoping for that lucky combination. The room was filled with quiet concentration, occasional laughter, and the excitement of hearing the next number called. Not for me, though.
   
Today I had a visitor. Chris from maintenance stopped by to install a shelf in my closet, and he made quick work of it. The shelf was up in no time. Of course, once the job was done, I spotted another potential student. Before long, Chris was getting a lesson in the fine art of keeping three objects moving through the air at once—otherwise known as juggling. 🎪
      CHRIS CAN JUGGLE!
Chris picked it up surprisingly fast. Within minutes, he was making catches, building confidence, and discovering that juggling is not nearly as impossible as it first appears. His smile grew with every successful throw and catch. I always enjoy watching that moment when someone realizes they can do something they never thought they could. Chris left with a new shelf installed and a brand-new skill to show off. I’d call that a productive visit! 😄
   
I can’t see myself ever becoming a Bingo player, but I am glad it is available for those who enjoy it. Not every activity is meant for every person, and that is perfectly fine. What matters is that people have opportunities to gather, have fun, and share a little companionship. If Bingo brings a few smiles, sparks a few conversations, and gives people something to look forward to, then it is doing exactly what it is supposed to do. 😊
     
>>>>>June 1
Very quiet, very comfortable—my second night here, and I slept wonderfully. Something is refreshing about settling into a new place, especially when it feels peaceful and welcoming. After all the packing, moving, and changes of the past few days, a good night’s sleep felt like a gift.
      FRESH AND NEW
Everything around me is new and fresh, and I find myself enjoying that. New surroundings have a way of waking up our curiosity. Each hallway, each face, and each routine is another small discovery waiting to happen. Instead of looking backward, I am finding myself looking ahead, wondering what opportunities, friendships, and adventures this next chapter might bring.
     
Change can feel uncomfortable at times, but it can also be the doorway to something wonderful. I am choosing to focus on the possibilities rather than the uncertainties. My room is comfortable, the atmosphere is peaceful, and little by little, this new place is beginning to feel like home. Considering that this is only my second night here, that is a very encouraging start. 🌟
     
This morning, I headed downstairs for breakfast. I originally went down to take care of something else, but since I was already there, I decided to stay for the meal. Several people were seated and waiting, and it took at least 30 minutes for the food to arrive.
      KIT DANCING?
As I looked around the room, many people seemed lost in their own thoughts, quietly staring at the table or off into the distance. Soft music played in the background, and I had the sudden urge to jump up and dance.
   
Unfortunately, I suspect I would have been performing a one-person show, as no one else seemed eager to join my breakfast ballroom adventure. The music was playing, my feet were ready, but the audience appeared content to remain seated. 💃🕺
   
By lunchtime, any thoughts of dancing had been happily replaced by thoughts of food. The meal featured tender lobster ravioli and perfectly crispy fried chicken, a combination that was every bit as delicious as it sounds. It was one of those meals that makes you slow down, savor each bite, and appreciate the simple pleasure of good food shared on a pleasant day. 🍽️😊
      LOBSTER–YUMMY GOOD
Both were excellent, but the true star of the show was the carrot cake that followed. It may have been one of the finest pieces of carrot cake ever to make the journey through my esophagus. I am happy to report that the dining experience here has been far better than I expected.

YES, THAT’S KIT! 👆👆👆👆👆
   
So far, this new chapter is off to a promising start. The surroundings are pleasant, the people are kind, and the meals are excellent. There is still much to learn and many faces to get to know, but each day brings a few more reasons to smile.
   
For now, I am settling in, keeping an open mind,
and looking forward to discovering what adventures
await around the next corner. 😊✨
Now I have all afternoon to do what? Care to join me?
     
After all, I’ve been working hard. Moving into a new place, meeting new people, learning new routines, and figuring out where everything is takes more energy than most people realize. Even adventurers need a pit stop now and then.
NAP TIME?
So here I am, stretched out for a few quiet moments, enjoying the comfort of a soft bed and the luxury of doing absolutely nothing. No juggling clubs flying through the air. No speeches to give. No mountains to climb. No salsa to make. Just a peaceful pause.
     
Resting turned out not to be a waste of time at all. I’ve come to realize that sometimes the most productive thing you can do is recharge your batteries. Even race cars spend time in the pit before roaring back onto the track.
   
We often feel guilty for slowing down, but rest isn’t the opposite of progress—it’s part of the process. A well-timed pause can provide the energy, focus, and strength needed to move forward faster and farther than before. 🏁✨
   
Don’t worry—I won’t be here long. There are stories to write, people to meet, and adventures still waiting around the corner. But for these few minutes, I am giving myself permission to relax, smile, and enjoy the quiet simply. Just remember… if anyone asks, you didn’t see me here. 😉
     
>>>>>June 2
Down to the cafeteria for breakfast this morning. The bagel and banana hit the spot, and I enjoyed the simple start to the day. Seating was limited, so I was pleased when Deloris rolled over and joined me.  What a nice surprise.
      BREAKFAST
Deloris will be turning 100 years old soon, which is quite remarkable. We spent some time talking and sharing stories, and I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation. Sometimes the best part of a meal isn’t the food—it’s the company. I am very glad Deloris chose to sit with me.  😀
LUNCH
At the lunch table to my left sat an older gentleman wearing both suspenders and a belt. That combination has always made me smile. It seems like a fellow who is taking absolutely no chances with gravity. Apparently, one system to hold up his pants wasn’t enough—he brought in a backup plan, too. I suppose when you’ve lived long enough, you learn that redundancy can be a beautiful thing! 😄
     
I am still getting used to living here. It feels strange having someone come in once a week to clean my humble abode, much like they did at NR. As you know, I take pride in keeping my place in excellent condition, so there is rarely much for them to do. Still, I appreciate the help and am slowly settling into this new chapter of life. 🌟
   
At 3:00, they held a Happy Hour. At first, it seemed more like a Mildly Content Half-Hour. But after my third glass of sangria, the happiness level improved dramatically. Whether the room changed or I did remains a mystery.  And, here’s to you — clink 👈🍷😄
   
The entertainment was a singer performing classics made famous by Joey Matus and Frank Sinatra—music from an era many of the residents know and love. He had a strong voice and did an excellent job, and the crowd clearly enjoyed the performance.
    SINATRA

It was amusing to watch. Some people looked as if they wanted to sing along, others seemed tempted to dance, but most simply sat and listened, tapping a foot or swaying gently in their chairs. It may not have turned into a wild celebration, but for an hour or so, the music brought smiles, memories, and a little extra life to the afternoon. 🎶✨
     
It reminded me of the days when I traveled around giving motivational talks to groups—Kiwanis clubs, community organizations, and even nursing homes. Back then, I would stand at the front of the room, encouraging people to embrace life’s challenges. Now, in one of life’s little plot twists, I find myself living in a place much like those very homes. YIKES! Life certainly has a sense of humor. 😄
      DINNER
I wanted to return to my room to work on this for you, so here I am. Dinner was a delicate pasta dish that tasted excellent. Most of the tables were full, but I found an empty one and gravitated toward it. You might ask, why don’t you meet people? I am there to eat, not to converse.
     
I bought a new keyboard on Amazon. I plug directly into the USB port on my laptop.  So now I can see the laptop keyboard right in front of me, which is on a shelf. I keep the screen at eye level. I’ve had to learn a new way to type. Hard at first, but already getting easier.
   
The time is only 6:30, and I’m already thinking about lying down for a while. Then again, when your day begins at 3:00 a.m., it feels as though you’ve been awake long enough to fit two days into one.
 
There is something strange about being up while most of the world is still asleep. By the time many people are rolling out of bed, pouring their first cup of coffee, and deciding what to do with their day, I’ve already been awake for hours. I’ve watched the darkness give way to dawn, listened to the quiet sounds of the building, and had plenty of time to think about life.
   
Of course, those extra hours aren’t always a blessing. Sometimes they make the day feel as if it has been stretched like a rubber band. By late afternoon, my energy starts waving a little white flag, and the idea of a comfortable bed begins sounding more appealing than almost anything else.
   
Still, I’ve learned not to fight it too much. Our bodies have their own schedules, and mine seems determined to give me a head start on each day. If that means sneaking in a short nap now and then, I suppose there are worse problems to have. After all, even race cars make occasional pit stops before heading back onto the track.
   
So, if you happen to catch me dozing off in a chair this evening, don’t assume I’m getting lazy. Just remember: I’ve already been hard at work living this day since 3:00 this morning. By comparison, everyone else is simply running a little behind. 😄🌅  😄
   
So here I am, caught between staying awake and surrendering to the pillow. What to do, what to do? If I lie down, I might drift off and wake up wondering what year it is. If I stay up, I may spend the evening perfecting my impression of a sleepy owl.
   
Perhaps the answer is somewhere in the middle—a comfortable chair, a good book, a little writing, or simply watching the world go by. After all, no rule says every moment must be productive. Some moments are meant for resting, recharging, and preparing for tomorrow’s adventures.
     
Still, if you see me snoring in a recliner before sunset, please remember: the day technically started at 3:00 a.m. for me. I’ve already put in a full shift! 🌟😴
 
>>>>>June 3
Breakfast was the usual: a bagel with cream cheese. Perfectly acceptable, though not exactly the kind of meal that would inspire a food critic to leap from their chair, wave a napkin in the air, and declare it a culinary masterpiece. 🥯😄
     
Lunch—now we’re talking! The blackened shrimp served over rice was excellent. Flavorful, satisfying, and cooked just right. I continue to be pleasantly surprised by the quality of the meals here. Each one feels a little more like dining at a nice restaurant than eating in a cafeteria, and that has been a very welcome surprise.
   
I’m beginning to find friends here, which makes this new chapter feel a little more like home each day. At lunch, I sat with Lynn Ash, who everyone calls “Lash.” We had a great conversation and quickly found plenty to talk about. It is always nice to meet someone who has lived an interesting life and is willing to share a few stories.
   
Lash worked with gorillas at Busch Gardens near Tampa, which immediately caught my attention. Not many people can say they spent their days working around some of the most powerful and intelligent animals on the planet (hmm, where do humans fit in?) I enjoyed hearing about his experiences and the unique challenges of caring for such remarkable creatures. I suspect he has enough stories to fill a book.
 
He has been living here at Legacy for a couple of years now and has nothing but positive things to say about the place. That was encouraging to hear from someone who knows it well. As a newcomer, I am still learning the ropes, finding my way around, and figuring out where I fit in. Hearing his enthusiasm gave me confidence that this could be a very good home for me.
   
One of the nicest surprises about moving here has been discovering the people. Every person has a story, a lifetime of adventures, successes, struggles, and lessons learned. The more I talk with residents, the more I realize fascinating lives surround me. Today’s lunch wasn’t just about the food—it was about making a new connection. And in a new place, friendships can be just as nourishing as the meal itself. C  😊
>>>>>June 4
I had a difficult night’s sleep. I turned in early, around 9:00 p.m., mostly because my internal alarm clock seems permanently set to 3:00 a.m. Lately, that has become my normal routine. But on this particular night, sleep had other plans for me.
   
Just when I thought I was settling in for a long, peaceful rest, the night decided to throw a few surprises my way. Instead of drifting comfortably until morning, I found myself awake and restless, wondering if sleep had quietly packed its bags and moved somewhere else.
   
At about 10:30, I suddenly woke up feeling like I had been transported to the surface of the sun. The room was unbelievably hot—probably not quite 90 degrees, but it certainly felt that way. I thought I had set the thermostat correctly before going to bed, yet there I was, lying in a sauna and wondering what to do next.
      EMERGENCY!
Just above my bed hangs an emergency pull cord. It felt a little strange using it for something other than a major crisis, but sleep deprivation can feel like an emergency of its own. I tugged at the cord, and within a few minutes, a staff member arrived to investigate.
   
She quickly adjusted the temperature, and before long, the room was comfortable again. The cool air returned, my eyelids grew heavy, and sleep wrapped itself around me once more. Thankfully, the second attempt at bedtime went much better than the first. 😴
     
One thing they definitely do well here is the food. This morning I enjoyed two banana muffins and a large bowl of fresh fruit—both delicious and surprisingly healthy. The fruit was fresh, the muffins were moist, and it made for a wonderful start to the day.
      THE FOOD
What adds to the experience is the setting. Every meal is served in a restaurant-style dining room rather than a typical cafeteria. The atmosphere is pleasant, comfortable, and inviting, making me feel more like a guest dining out than someone simply eating a meal.
     
There was even a waitress who sang while she worked, and she was terrific. Her voice filled the room with warmth and energy, bringing smiles to faces all around. It’s one of those small but meaningful touches that make this place feel less like a facility and more like a home—a place where people genuinely care about creating a pleasant and welcoming atmosphere. 🍌🍓😊
Dinner was quite good. The main course was tortellini covered in a flavorful pasta sauce, rich and satisfying without being too heavy. To top it off, there was a bowl filled with assorted treats and a generous scoop of cookies-and-cream ice cream. It was the perfect sweet finish to an already delicious meal. By the time I set down my spoon, both my appetite and my sweet tooth were happily convinced that dinner had been a success. 🍨😋
   
>>>>>June 5
A quiet breakfast with the group.
This has become a common routine for many here.
I see the same people doing the same things.
   
Not much is going on today.
I do like it here.
Until next week–DO GREAT THINGS~
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BLOG 380–WHY CARE?
Why care? I have asked myself that question many times, especially after life knocked me down hard. I have stood before cheering crowds juggling clubs high in the air, and I have also lain in a coma, fighting to learn how to walk and speak again.
     
Life has tested me more than once. There were moments when surrender would have been the easier choice, when the weight of it all seemed almost too much to carry. Yet each time life knocked me down, I found a way to rise again—sometimes stronger, sometimes wiser, but always moving forward. The scars may tell the story of the battles, but getting back up is what tells the story of who I am. 💪✨
    WISER
Caring is the ultimate anchor of the human experience. It is the simple, radical choice to look beyond oneself and acknowledge the dignity, struggles, and potential of others. Caring bridges the gap between isolation and community, turning empathy into the very heartbeat of connection.
     
I learned the answer from juggling. Every juggler knows the secret: juggling is really controlled by falling. The objects are always dropping; we simply learn to catch them before they hit the ground. Life works the same way. Dreams fall apart. Plans fail. Hearts break. We all drop things along the way. I dropped clubs, dreams, and pieces of myself. Yet every drop carried the same lesson: pick it up and throw it again.
 
People spend too much time worrying about what others think. The real question is not, “What will people think of me?” The real question is, “Will I fully live while I still have the chance?” Someday, the final curtain will come for all of us. Until then, I choose to laugh, dream, help where I can, and keep tossing the clubs into the sky with a
smile on my face.
      YOU–JUGGLING?
Over the years, I have taught hundreds of people to juggle, and I still love watching the moment when someone catches 3 scarves or balls for the first time. At first, they believe they cannot do it. Then comes the magic: drop, laugh, try again. Suddenly, joy lights up their faces. Moments like that remind me why I care.
   
Life is not about juggling perfectly. It is about picking things back up after they fall. Every morning, life quietly hands us three invisible balls: hope, purpose, and love. Will we drop them? Of course. We all do. But the beauty of life is found in rising again, smiling again, and beginning again.
That is courage. That is living.
     
Caring stems from our evolutionary need for tribal acceptance and societal conditioning. While it drives compassion, connection, and societal support, over-caring about everything can lead to emotional exhaustion, decision paralysis, and burnout. Go ahead, toss those balls.

SO DO NOT SIT BY THE WINDOW
STARING AT THE CLOCK?–STAND UP AND LIVE!
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. ✨
     
“Regardless of what challenge you are facing right now, know that it has not come to stay. It has come to pass. During these times, do what you can with what you have, and ask for help if needed. Most importantly, never surrender. Put things in perspective. Take care of yourself. Find ways to replenish your energy, strengthen your faith, and fortify yourself from the inside out.”
– Les Brown
     
“You must learn to change with the changes.”
– Kit Summers
     
“There are only four kinds of people in the world:
Those who have been caregivers.
Those who are currently caregivers.
Those who will be caregivers,
and those who will need a caregiver.”
– Rosalyn Carter
     
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
– Lao Tzu
     
“They may forget what you said,
but they will never forget how you made them feel.
– Carl W. Buechner
     
Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.”
–Emory Austin
   
“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems.
But it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.”
–Herm Albright
     
“God gave burdens, but he also gave me shoulders.”
–Yiddish Proverb
     
“If you can’t change your fate, change your attitude.”
–Amy Tan
     
“An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.”
–G. K. Chesterton
     
“What happens to a person is less significant.
than what happens within him.”
–Louis L. Mann
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PART 6) NEXT WEEK>>BLOG 381–
How to Get Better (but what is  better?)
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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!
🌟