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BLOG 383–DON’T “SHOULD” ON YOURSELF
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By KIT SUMMERS — World-Class Juggler to World-Class Comeback
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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My new address here is >>
Kit Summers
The Legacy at Highwoods Preserve
18600 Highwoods Preserve Pkwy, #217
Tampa, FL 33647
kitsummers.com
kitsummers@gmail.com
https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/
Stop by for a visit when you can.
A love letter would be dandy.
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READ THE WORDS IN THE BLOG SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY.
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. ✨
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PART 1) THE BEGINNINGS
DAILY–IT’S A NEW DAY, IT’S A NEW LIFE
DON’T LIVE IN THE FUTURE OR THE PAST —
MAKE THE MOST OF THE MOMENT YOU’RE HOLDING RIGHT NOW!
I used to perform with his brother, Randy.
Randy, sadly, died some years ago.
I still need to find Kim. Chris, will you help?
My friend Chris Foster wrote these words for me >>
“What a GREAT surprise to have everything there, Kit!
Yes…I am still enjoying your blog.
It is often bulkier than before.
I like the dated/day events sections best.”
THE BEGINNING OR THE END:
Yes, this is the beginning of the blog, but it is also about the end.
We live our lives one day at a time, collecting experiences, memories, victories, failures, laughter, and love. We keep moving forward, often so focused on today that we rarely stop to consider what comes after the final chapter.
LIFE
You live life—and then what?
One day, each of us will find out. Until then, the best thing we can do is live fully, love deeply, stay curious, and make the most of the pages we still have left to write. You will see.
THE END?
First, no worries, I still plan to live beyond 100. I have no intention of leaving anytime soon. In fact, I am still making plans, setting goals, writing books and this blog, teaching juggling, and looking forward to adventures that have not yet happened. And to meeting you. Is your plan to live beyond 100, too?
I WILL MISS YOU
However, being practical has always served me well, so I leave a few instructions for the day when my journey eventually comes to an end. If you are reading this after my death, please know that I lived a full and remarkable life.
GOD?
Some people say there is a god directly. Many just follow along because that’s what their family does. I’ve studied the topic extensively, and I’ve never seen a realistic, rational proof for any god. Heaven? Tell me exactly where that is, and why doesn’t God send everyone there?
SKEPTIC:
From a skeptical perspective, the challenge is exactly what you describe: extraordinary claims generally require extraordinary evidence. Claims about gods, heavens, souls, miracles, or an afterlife are difficult to test, measure, or verify. Therefore, I cannot follow what’s not there.
INHERITACE
Many people inherit their beliefs from family, culture, or community rather than arriving at them through independent investigation. That doesn’t automatically make those beliefs wrong, but it does explain why different parts of the world often end up believing very different things.
QUESTIONS
The question of heaven raises additional puzzles. If heaven is a real place, where is it? Most modern believers no longer think of it as a physical location above the clouds. Instead, many describe it as a spiritual realm outside space and time (what exactly does “beyond space and time” mean?). Critics point out that this makes the claim difficult to examine or falsify. If heaven exists but cannot be detected in any way, how would we know?
WHY?
Then there is the question you ask: If an all-powerful and loving God wants people in heaven, why not send everyone there? Different religions offer different answers—free will, moral growth, divine justice, or the idea that people choose separation from God. Skeptics often respond that an all-powerful being should be able to achieve those goals without suffering, confusion, or eternal punishment. By the way, free will is not free if God demands it.
FREE WILL?
People often say that God gives us free will, but I have always struggled with that idea. If a parent tells a child, “You are free to choose,” but then rewards one choice and punishes the other, the freedom begins to feel limited. The child can still choose, of course, but the desired outcome has already been clearly defined.
FOLLOWERS?
Many religions teach that we are free to make our own decisions, yet they also teach that there is a correct path we are expected to follow and that there are consequences for failing to do so. That raises an interesting question: if one choice is strongly encouraged and the others carry penalties, is that genuine freedom, or simply the freedom to obey or disobey? The choice may exist, but the pressure attached to it makes some wonder how free it really is.
CHOICE?
If someone says, “You are free to choose, but choose wrong and face severe consequences,” that sounds less like freedom and more like pressure. The options may exist, but the stakes make the choice questionable.
FOLLOWERS?
Both of my daughters are strong believers. From a young age, their mom made them attend church and believe. I tried to send my ideas to their minds, but they were too far into the god thing. Strong belief at such a young age, is that truly right?
PATH?
That is why I ask, if our choices must follow a prescribed path to achieve a desired outcome, is that truly free will, or merely the freedom to comply? If one option is declared right, rewarded, and expected, while all other options carry consequences, then the freedom being offered may not be freedom in the fullest sense.
IF YOU ARE A GOD BELIEVER, PLEASE, INTRODUCE US
WHAT CHOICE?
We may still be able to choose, but the question remains whether that choice is genuinely free or simply the ability to accept or reject a predetermined course. When the desired destination has already been established, and only certain paths are approved, free will begins to look less like unlimited freedom and more like the freedom to comply.
OBLIGATIONS?
Many religions claim we are free to choose belief or non-belief, yet they also teach that there is a correct path and that there are consequences for choosing otherwise. If one outcome is favored above all others, do we possess genuine freedom, or simply the ability to obey or disobey?
DEBATE?
After thousands of years of debate, there is still no universally accepted proof for any god, nor is there a universally accepted proof that no god exists. That’s why the discussion remains philosophical rather than scientific. Science can investigate the natural world; questions about gods and heaven often involve claims defined as beyond the natural world.
SEEK
One interesting thing is that I’ve spent years examining these questions rather than simply accepting what I am told. Whether someone ends up religious, agnostic, or atheist, there is value in being willing to ask difficult questions and follow the evidence as far as it goes. As you’ve written before, many people seek comfort. Far fewer seek truth, wherever it may lead.
MOURN?
Do not spend too much time mourning me. Instead, celebrate the fact that I was here at all. Laugh, tell stories, share memories, write this blog, and remember the lessons that mattered most. Life is meant to be lived, not merely endured. Death should be a celebration of life!
NO FIRES
I do not wish to be cremated. I do not want my body reduced to ashes, losing its energies. My preference is for my body to be returned to nature as naturally and legally possible. If permitted by law and practical considerations, I would prefer a natural disposition that allows my body to become part of the ecosystem and nourish other living things.
THE RETURN
The idea of returning to the earth, providing sustenance for insects, animals, plants, and the natural cycle of life, is far more meaningful to me than cremation. And, to be buried would be a waste of space on the earth.
THE FINAL
Legal and practical limitations may make my preferred choice impossible. In that case, I’d like to ask that those responsible for my final arrangements choose the most natural and environmentally responsible option available.
KILL?
I recently discovered there are laws against killing someone and leaving the body in a forest. Fair enough. My plan, however, has always been slightly different. I was thinking more along the lines of living a long, happy life, dying peacefully at an absurd age, and not becoming someone else’s problem.
LEGALLY?
The legal system has opinions about that, too. Apparently, no matter how creative you think you are, lawmakers have spent centuries staying one step ahead of people with “slightly different” plans. No matter what scheme you come up with, chances are someone tried it long ago and inspired a new law in the process.
WALK
Hopefully, I could simply walk out into the forest myself, handle my own departure, and then generously donate my naked remains to the local wildlife. Bugs, birds, squirrels, and whatever else happens to be hungry could enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffet.
RANGER RICK
Of course, knowing how regulations work, I suspect a ranger would eventually arrive, examine the situation, scratch his head, and announce, “Well, this is clearly a violation.” He would then proceed to write a ticket and carefully place it on my lifeless chest, satisfied that justice had been served.
LIONS, TIGERS, AND BEARS?
Meanwhile, the squirrels, raccoons, insects, lions, tigers, bears (oh my), and assorted woodland diners would completely ignore the citation and continue enjoying lunch. In fact, I suspect a few of them would gather around to admire the paperwork. The squirrels might even start a betting pool on whether the fine would ever be paid.
BE DISTINCT
As for me, I would finally achieve the rare distinction of being both deceased and officially in trouble with the law at the same time. Most people get into trouble while they’re still alive. I, apparently, would wait until after my death. Talk about planning.
WHERE?
Somewhere, a ranger would arrive, declare that a regulation had been violated, and carefully place a citation on my lifeless chest. The deer would laugh, squirrels would ignore it, the bugs would continue their work, and I suspect the fine would go unpaid (unless you pay it for me?) 😄
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PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
Kit’s Daily Delights — Inspiration, Freshly Served
>>>>>June 20
It’s a funny problem to have. Most people struggle to find something to write, while by 7 a.m. I’ve already written most of next week’s blog. The challenge with daily writing is that I often have to wait for life to happen before I can write about it. Then again, some of the best writing isn’t about events at all—it’s about ideas, memories, lessons, observations, and questions. Those never run out.
PROBLEM?
Perhaps instead of waiting for things to happen, I should write about what I intend to do and then “make” it happen. If I write that I’m going outside to teach someone to juggle, exercise, or try something new, then I have a reason to follow through. The writing becomes more than a record of my life; it becomes a guide for creating it. You could do the same.
Of course, there is always another possibility. I’ve already written 15 books, so it’s time to start number 16. After all, I’ve lived through enough adventures, setbacks, successes, and surprises to fill several more. A daily blog depends on what happened today. A book depends on everything I’ve learned along the way.
A strange thing I’ve noticed here is that many of the older residents seem to disapprove of my footwear—or lack of it. As I’ve written before, I have to travel down three long hallways before reaching the elevator that takes me down to the dining room.
FOOT COVERINGS?
Most of the time, I go barefoot. If I do wear something, it’s usually flip-flops—or, as I prefer to call them, my “Slaps” because of the familiar slapping sound they make with every step. They are comfortable, easy to slip on, and perfectly suited to my simple lifestyle. After everything life has taught me, I’ve become far more interested in comfort than fashion.
I’ve developed a little system. I carry my slaps with me as I head toward the elevator, then slip them on while the elevator glides between floors. Since there are only two floors in the building, it isn’t exactly a long journey, but it gives me enough time to get properly equipped for the adventure ahead.
In fact, it’s one of the shortest commutes in America. I carry my slaps to the elevator, step inside, and use the entire trip to put them on. The elevator travels exactly one floor, so timing is critical. If I fumble a slap, I could arrive at my destination tragically underdressed. Fortunately, after countless successful missions, I’ve mastered the art of footwear deployment during this thrilling two-floor journey.
By the time the doors open, I’ve completed my entire transportation routine. My footwear is secure, my mission is clear, and I’m fully prepared to face whatever adventure awaits on the next floor. It’s hard to imagine a more efficient commute—unless they install a trapdoor that drops me directly into the dining room.
My choice puzzles some people. Many residents wear sturdy walking shoes, and a few think everyone else should, too. I occasionally get a curious look or an amused comment, but it doesn’t bother me. We all have our preferences.
BAREFOOT
Whenever I can, I walk the hallways barefoot. There is something simple and natural about feeling the floor beneath my feet as I make my way down those long corridors. It is one of the small comforts I enjoy each day.
Of course, when I arrive somewhere more public—such as the dining room—I slip on my Slaps and do my best to look like a respectable resident (fake them out, if nothing else.) At least that’s the impression I’m trying to create. Whether the Slaps help or hurt that effort is still open for debate.
For those who may be wondering, I do own two pairs of perfectly respectable “real” shoes. They spend most of their time waiting patiently in the closet while my bare feet and trusty Slaps get the call. After all, comfort and practicality usually win the footwear competition in my world. Socks, what could those be?
There is an unwritten rule that proper adults should always have something on their feet. I try not to cause too much of a stir, but if given the choice, I would much rather let my feet enjoy their freedom. It may come from years of traveling, living simply, and discovering that many of life’s greatest pleasures are the smallest ones. Some people collect fancy shoes. I collect opportunities not to wear them.
SLAPS?
Barefoot feels comfortable, relaxed, and natural. After everything my body has been through, I’ve learned to appreciate comfort whenever I find it. These days, I care more about what feels good than what looks good, and feeling the floor beneath my feet is one of life’s simple pleasures.
So while my Slaps may not win over everyone in the building, I’m sticking with them. They make me happy, and that’s good enough for me. Besides, at this stage of life, one of the greatest freedoms is being comfortable enough to make your own choices—even when they make a little noise as you walk down the hallway, or no noise with my bare feet.
WRITING
Who would have thought I could write that much about feet and shoes? I certainly didn’t. Yet here you are, still reading. What does that say about you? Perhaps it means you have excellent taste, perhaps you’re avoiding something more important, or perhaps you’ve become strangely invested in the daily adventures of a man whose biggest accomplishment today was successfully coordinating footwear with an elevator ride.
Then again, it could prove that stories aren’t really about shoes at all. They’re about finding humor and meaning in ordinary moments. Whatever the reason, if you’ve read this far, you’re now officially part of the footwear saga, and I’m afraid there may be no escape. The next thrilling chapter could involve socks, and none of us is prepared for that level of excitement.
Perhaps it means I’m the kind of person who can find adventure in the ordinary, or stubborn enough to follow a story wherever it leads—even if that journey involves three long hallways and a pair of Slaps. Then again, it may simply mean I’ve spent so much time writing about footwear that turning back now would feel like abandoning a dear friend.
Either way, if you’ve made it this far, we’ve both shown remarkable dedication to a subject most people cover in a single sentence and then walk away from—preferably wearing proper shoes. What started as a simple discussion about footwear has somehow become a full-blown expedition, proving that almost anything can become interesting if you wander far enough down the hallway.
Most people would never imagine a simple pair of slaps could inspire so many words, but life has a funny way of turning small things into bigger stories. That could be one reason we’re here together. Life isn’t really about feet and shoes. It’s about the little moments, the small observations, and the everyday experiences that connect us.
If you’ve stayed with me through several paragraphs about footwear, then you’re either remarkably loyal, wonderfully curious, or simply enjoying the journey. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful you’re along for the walk. Life is made up of small moments, simple comforts, and the stories we share along the way, and the fact that you’ve chosen to spend a few minutes with mine means more than you may realize.
I’M GLAD YOU’RE THERE
Thank you for reading, for following along, and for being part of this adventure. Your encouragement, your comments, and your presence give these words a purpose beyond the page. You make all this writing worthwhile, and I’m glad we get to continue the journey together.
It’s only 10:30 a.m., and I’ve already written this much. Lately, my blog posts are getting longer, and part of me wonders if they’re too long. The funny thing is that when I read them back, I’m not sure what I would leave out.
LESSONS FOR YOU
Every story, observation, and lesson feels like it belongs there. Perhaps that’s one of the challenges of writing—knowing when to keep adding and when to stop. For now, I suppose I’ll keep writing and trust that if you’ve made it this far, you’re enjoying the journey. Please let me know what you think.
LUNCH
An excellent meal today, featuring perfectly prepared vegetable lasagna covered in a rich, creamy sauce. I’ve sent compliments to the chefs before, and this was certainly another meal worthy of praise. Good food doesn’t happen by accident, and it’s always nice to let the people behind the scenes know how much their efforts are appreciated.
JUGGLING!
Today, while out for a walk, I discovered something that felt like buried treasure: a patch of grass large enough for me to juggle clubs. Grass is much kinder to dropped clubs than concrete, so finding a suitable spot is no small thing.
THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES
Now comes the interesting part. The challenge is no longer finding a place to juggle—it’s getting myself out there to do it. Funny how often that happens in life. We spend so much time searching for the right opportunity, the right location, or the right circumstances, only to discover that the real hurdle is taking the first step.
A PATCH OF GRASS
Still, I know myself well enough to know this story isn’t over. That patch of grass isn’t going anywhere, and neither are the clubs. Yes, I will make it happen—give me time, as they say. Sometimes success isn’t about moving fast; it’s simply about moving forward. One toss leads to another, and before long, I’ll be out there again, letting the clubs fly and reminding myself that action begins with a single step out the door.
TAKE ACTION!
We spend time searching for opportunities, and when they finally appear, the next hurdle is simply taking action. Still, I’ve learned that the hardest part is usually getting started. Once those first clubs are in the air, I suspect the rest will take care of itself.
One thing I’ve noticed here is how many people rely on walkers to get around. In some cases, the walker becomes more than a tool—it becomes a source of confidence. After using one for so long, some people may lose confidence in their ability to walk independently, even for short distances.
WALKING
Of course, every person has their own circumstances, and many genuinely need the support. Still, it reminds me that confidence plays a powerful role in what we can do. Sometimes the greatest challenge is not physical ability but believing in ourselves enough to take the next step without holding on quite so tightly.
I know there are people here who are still able to walk, yet they have become so dependent on their walkers or wheelchairs that they rarely try to move without them. Over time, what may have started as a helpful aid can become something they no longer feel confident living without.
Of course, every person’s situation is different, and many people genuinely need those devices for safety and mobility. Still, it can be sad to watch someone surrender abilities they may still have. Confidence, like strength, often fades when it isn’t used. Sometimes the greatest challenge is not physical ability at all, but believing in yourself enough to take those first few steps.
DINNER
As usual, dinner was excellent. We were served General Tso’s chicken with Asian noodles and stir-fried vegetables, all prepared wonderfully. I left the dining room with a full stomach, a smile on my face, and no complaints whatsoever.
>>>>>June 21
I look out my winder (yes, I know how I spelled it) and see a bright blue sky stretching across the morning. That alone feels like a good beginning. Some days start with noise, confusion, or gray clouds. Today starts with sunlight.
The funny thing about writing is that I never really know where it will lead. I sit down with a blank screen, a cup of tea nearby, and a handful of thoughts floating around in my head. Then a sentence appears. That sentence invites another. Before long, a story begins to unfold.
LIFE
Life works much the same way. We rarely see the entire path ahead. We simply take the next step. A bright sky doesn’t guarantee a perfect day, but it does remind us that possibilities exist. Somewhere out there is a new idea, a new lesson, a new laugh, or perhaps a new adventure waiting to be discovered.
For now, I will enjoy the view, appreciate the sunshine, and trust that today’s words will find their way onto the page. They usually do. Writing has a funny way of showing up when we give it a little space and a little faith. One sentence leads to another, and before long, a blank page becomes a story.
As always, I hope these words do more than simply fill a page. They encourage you to think, smile, try something new, or take one small step toward a better life. If even one sentence inspires you, then these early morning hours at the keyboard have been well spent. ☀️✍️
BREAKFAST
I had breakfast this morning, sitting alone at a table, when another resident came in and sat down across from me. He never said a word. As we ate, I found myself wondering whether he would be friendly, introduce himself, or even acknowledge my presence. He did none of those things.
When I finished eating, I simply stood up and walked away. It was a small moment, but it reminded me how much difference friendliness can make. A smile, a greeting, or a few simple words cost nothing, yet they can brighten someone’s day. Life is simply better when people are kind to one another. Be friendly to any and all you can.
JUGGLING
I found a grassy strip out front where I can juggle. That’s a victory in itself. Since I still drop the clubs now and then, the grass provides a forgiving landing spot and helps protect them from damage. It may not look like much to anyone else, but to me it feels like discovering a small training ground right outside my door.
My juggling skills are not what they once were, and that’s perfectly all right. Every toss, catch, and occasional drop is part of the process. The clubs spend a little time in the air, a little time on the grass, and hopefully a little more time in my hands each day. Progress has never been about perfection. It’s about showing up, practicing, and giving yourself the chance to improve.
Today wasn’t my best juggling day, but that’s not really the point. The important thing is that I found a place to practice and took another step toward getting back out there. Sometimes success begins with something as simple as finding a patch of grass and deciding to give it a try.
I must repeat that I have not been practicing juggling at all. The interest simply isn’t there anymore, and my body seems to be telling me, “Enough.” For most of my life, juggling was a major part of who I was. I spent countless hours practicing, performing, teaching, and pushing myself to higher levels.
A DROP HERE, A DROP THERE
Part of me would still like to improve and bring my juggling up to a higher level. The problem is that improvement requires interest, and interest is the fuel that drives practice. Without that desire, it’s difficult to find the motivation to pick up the clubs and put in the work.
That may be part of life. We change. Our priorities shift. What once consumed our attention may gradually make room for something new. These days, I find myself spending far more time writing than juggling. The clubs sit quietly while the words keep flowing.
I haven’t given up on juggling entirely, but I’ve learned that forcing passion rarely works. If the interest returns, I’ll gladly welcome it back. Until then, I’ll continue following the things that still spark my curiosity and enthusiasm.
NOTHING HAPPENING
As was the case at NeuroRestorative, weekends move at a very slow pace here as well. The activities are limited, the hallways are quieter, and the hours are a little longer than they are during the week.
Still, I managed to get outside and do a little juggling. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Sometimes it isn’t measured by how long we practice or how well we perform.
Sometimes it’s simply a matter of showing up. On a slow weekend day, getting outside, picking up the clubs, and spending a few minutes juggling feels like a small victory—and I’ll gladly take it.
While sitting in my office chair, I have been juggling 3 balls and 2 in one hand. Back when I started writing, I decided to use the number instead of spelling it out for the number of juggling props used. That works for me, does it for you?
THE MOVIE (OR NOT)
At 2 p.m., the schedule said that “Catch Me If You Can”, a flick I had not seen, would be showing in the Bingo Room, so I headed down to watch it. To my surprise, I was the only person who showed up for the movie. There were already two ladies sitting in the room, but they didn’t even know a movie was supposed to be playing.
Unfortunately, no one from the staff ever appeared to start the film, which was disappointing. I went to the front desk, and they had no idea what was going on. One lady went with me to find the person running things, but no one made an appearance,
KIT DANCING FOR THE LADIES?
Still, the afternoon wasn’t a total loss. Rather than sit there doing nothing, I entertained the ladies with a little dancing. They enjoyed that quite a bit. So while I never got to see the movie, at least I managed to provide some live entertainment instead—chicka boom, Chicka boom-boom.
Then, as 3:00 p.m. approached, I noticed there was a Father’s Day Celebration featuring the Boomer Band. Curious, I headed downstairs right at 3:00. When I arrived, the band was still setting up their equipment, and only a handful of people had gathered to watch.
Rather than sit and wait, I returned to my room for a while. I’ll head back down later once things are underway. Sometimes that’s how life goes around here—you show up expecting the show to begin, only to discover that the opening act is watching people plug in microphones. Still, the afternoon is young, and there may yet be some music worth hearing.
BOOM BOOM
I went back to hear the band, hoping there might be a little wine to accompany the music. Sadly, the wine never appeared. I waited patiently, convinced it might make a dramatic entrance, but apparently it had found a better party. Oh well. The band showed up, the audience showed up, and the music played on, but the wine was a complete no-show.
The Boomer Band consisted of Vance on percussion and Kevin on keyboard. They performed a collection of oldies that clearly delighted many of the residents. Judging by the smiles, tapping feet, and enthusiastic applause around the room, they knew exactly what their audience wanted and delivered it well.
Unfortunately, their musical choices never quite connected with me. The performers were talented and doing their best, but the songs aimed at a generation even older than my own. Music is a personal thing, and while many in the room appeared to enjoy every tune, I found myself drifting further away with each song.
After listening for a while, I quietly slipped out and returned to my room. Sometimes an event can be well organized, well performed, and thoroughly enjoyed by everyone else—and still not be your cup of tea. As for me, I left still searching for both the wine and the entertainment.
How wonderful! Separately, I got a Happy Father’s Day call from my daughters, April and Jasmine. The call from April was a video call, so I got to see my Granddaughter, Penelope. I have the best daughters in the world.
>>>>>June 22
As I look out the window this morning, I see a bright blue sky stretching across the horizon. It’s a wonderful sight to greet the day and a reminder that every morning brings a fresh start. The sunshine is offering an invitation: get out there and make something happen.
BUT WHERE WILL HE RUN TO?
For me, that something is running. I’ve been talking about it, thinking about it, and planning for it. Now it’s time to stop looking at the starting line and actually cross it. The sky is blue, the day is waiting, and my running shoes are ready. Today feels like a good day to take that first step—or, better yet, that first stride. Every journey begins somewhere, and this morning seems as good a place as any to begin.
Here is the schedule for today >>
10:00 Walking club.
10:3o Daily Chronicles & Chat.
11:00 Words within a word.
1:00 Meditation Monday.
1:30 Rosary Group.
2:00 Dear Abby Group.
2:30 A novel idea, book club.
3:00 Bingo time.
As you see, nothing for me today.
This gives me more time to write blog words for you.
I’m working on my juggling while sitting in my office chair on wheels. It is a pretty good setup. When I drop a ball, I can simply roll over and pick it up without getting up each time. That’s a small victory that makes practice a lot easier.
JUGGLING
The good news is that the pattern is still there. Yes, I’m dropping some balls, but the rhythm and timing haven’t completely disappeared. In fact, it’s getting better each day. Progress may not be happening at lightning speed, but it is happening.
That’s encouraging. After everything my body and brain have been through over the years, any improvement is worth celebrating. Juggling has always been a game of persistence. The balls fall, you pick them up, and you try again.
DROPS?
Nothing is really holding me back now—well, perhaps a few things. But compared to the obstacles I’ve faced before, a few dropped balls hardly seem worth worrying about. For now, I’ll keep rolling, keep practicing, and keep improving one throw at a time.
LUNCH
Went to lunch and ate a tasty cheeseburger. While walking down the hallways to get to the elevator, a few people had their doors open. I looked in and saw several guys (mainly men here) sitting in their chairs, just watching TV like there was no tomorrow.
Jon Held and I, while in high school
FORTY YEARS
Most of them look as though they would be happy just sitting and watching for the rest of their life. I have much to do until the end of my time. You see, I have this blog to write for the next forty years. Can I count on you to keep reading until then?
Right now, it’s afternoon, and I should get outside and run. I should also spend some time juggling clubs over the grass. The grass makes a perfect practice surface since it protects the clubs when I drop them, and I do. The problem today is that the tiredness I wrote about before still has a firm grip on me, making it difficult to get moving.
JUGGLING?
I don’t know where this fatigue comes from. It could be a lack of sleep, the medications I take, or simply the effort of recovering from everything my body has been through over the years. Whatever the cause, it is here today, and I can feel it. My mind wants to be active, but my body seems more interested in sitting still and taking it easy.
RUNNING?
Still, the hardest part is getting started. If I can get myself outside, even for a short walk, that may be enough to build some momentum. I may jog a little. I will probably juggle for a few minutes. Or I may enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. Either way, doing something is better than doing nothing, and that feels like a good place to begin.
HOGAN’S HEROES
This afternoon, I was watching the old TV show Hogan’s Heroes. It remains a funny, well-made show, filled with memorable characters, sharp writing, and clever humor that has stood the test of time. Even after all these years, it still makes me laugh.
Despite being set in a German prisoner-of-war camp during World War II, the series blended comedy with creativity in a way few shows ever have. The cast of unforgettable characters and their endless schemes kept audiences entertained week after week. Watching it today is a reminder that truly good storytelling never gets old.
As I watched, it struck me that every member of the cast is now gone. Bob Crane, Werner Klemperer, John Banner, and all the others who brought those characters to life have passed away. They once stood under bright studio lights, delivered their lines, and made millions laugh. Now they exist only through recordings and memories.
COMEDY NEVER CHANGES
It is a strange thing to think about. A television show can make people seem almost immortal because we can still watch them decades later, looking exactly as they did when those episodes were filmed. Yet time moves on for everyone. The actors are gone, but their performances remain, still entertaining audiences and bringing smiles to faces long after they have left the stage.
That may be one of the closest things to immortality we ever achieve. Long after the final curtain falls, the work we leave behind can continue to touch lives, create laughter, inspire thought, and keep a small part of us alive in others’ memories. While people may pass away, the impact they make can continue for generations.
But the thing is, every one of us is heading toward that same endpoint. None of us knows when our final chapter will arrive, which is exactly why we should make the most of the time we have.
DO IT NOW!
Make the phone call, write the letter, take the trip, learn the skill, mend the relationship, chase the dream, and tell the people you care about that you love them.
Don’t keep waiting for the perfect moment, because it may never come. One day, our time will run out, and the opportunities we keep postponing may disappear with it. Today is still ours, however, and that alone makes it valuable. We do not need perfect conditions to move forward; we simply need to begin.
Make the call, write the words, take the walk, learn the skill, or start the dream. Use this day well and get finished with what you need to before you are gone. Then, when your final chapter arrives, it will find you living fully, growing boldly, and making the most of the time you were given rather than spending your life waiting for the right moment to begin.
Dinner was a creamyvegetable pasta casserole. Almost every meal they make here is fabulous, I must say. However, not many people are in the cafeteria right now.
My mom would have loved being here with the classy atmosphere, including napkins and real silverware. As a child, that is how she ran the household. Sadly, she died in 2o12. I was not ready for her death, at all–devastated I was.
I’m so glad that, when Jasmine and April were very young, we flew out to San Diego as a family. What a fabulous time we had. My brother, Gary, who also died, was an avid fisherman. We went out on the OB pier, and April ended up pulling up a little lobster, which we tossed back into the drink.
Tomorrow will bring another opportunity to get outside, juggle, and run. Just knowing that a chance is waiting for me feels good. The clubs are there, the grassy area is there, and the open air is there. All I have to do is step outside and begin. The tiredness that so often tags along will decide to stay home for a while.
This is the patio outside my room
But even if it doesn’t, I can still make some progress. A short run is better than no run, and a few minutes of juggling is better than none. Success is not always about setting records; sometimes it is simply about showing up. One step, one throw, one minute at a time—that is how improvement happens, and that is how goals are reached. The important thing is to keep moving forward.
>>>>>June 23
As usual, I was up early again. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. At 5:45 this morning, I heard someone vacuuming in the hallway outside my room. The sound echoed through the otherwise quiet building, a clear sign that someone else’s day had started long before sunrise.
For a moment, I thought about opening my door to see who was behind the vacuum. Curiosity has always been one of my stronger traits. But then I realized it didn’t really matter. The hallway got cleaned, the mystery remained, and life moved on. Some questions are worth chasing. Others can simply fade into the morning soundtrack.
BISCUITS?
This morning’s breakfast menu featured one of my all-time favorites: biscuits and gravy. I arrived with high hopes and an eager appetite, only to discover that a tragedy of historic proportions had occurred. They had run out of biscuits.
GRAVY?
Rather than surrender to this breakfast catastrophe, the kitchen staff sprang into action. Their solution? A toasted English muffin covered in gravy. It was an unusual international partnership—Southern gravy meeting British bread in a Florida dining room.
It worked surprisingly well. Of course, I have serious doubts about how “English” that muffin really was. I suspect it has spent far more time sunbathing in Florida than sipping tea in London. Still, desperate times call for creative carbohydrates.
In the end, the crisis was successfully resolved. The gravy found a suitable landing pad, my stomach was satisfied, and diplomatic relations between England and the American South remain intact. Breakfast victory achieved.
RUNNING AND CLUB JUGGLING?
I’m not avoiding the great outdoors, but I have decided to postpone our meeting until this afternoon. The trees seem stable, the grass appears to be coping, and the squirrels have not yet filed any missing-person reports.
THIS IS THE POND RIGHT OUTSIDE THE BUILDING
For now, I will remain safely indoors with my computer, where the temperature is civilized, and the wildlife is mostly limited to pop-up windows. The outside world can wait a few more hours. If it starts falling apart without me, I’m confident someone will let me know.
I have to admit that I feel trapped here. I need to get to Home Depot to buy a few things and to the DMV to change my driver’s license to a Florida one. Those are simple, everyday tasks, yet they suddenly seem difficult to accomplish.
I stopped by the front desk and asked about transportation, only to be told that rides are available for doctor’s appointments and little else. That answer left me feeling both sad and a bit scared. I have always valued my independence, and not being able to handle basic errands easily makes me feel as though my world has become much smaller than I want it to be.
TRAPPED
I know this is probably a transportation issue rather than an impossible situation, but right now it feels like a roadblock standing between me and what I need to do. I hope there is a solution I have not discovered yet. After all, a shelf won’t build itself, and my South Carolina driver’s license isn’t going to magically turn into a Florida one while sitting in my wallet.
BICYCLE?
A bicycle may become my ticket to freedom. Right now, if I want to get to places like Home Depot, the DMV, or simply explore beyond the walls here, a bike may be the answer. It would give me some independence and let me get where I need to go without relying on someone else’s schedule.🚴♂️
Yes, eventually, I would like to be behind the wheel of a car again. I don’t know when that day will come, but it remains one of my goals. For now, a bicycle is a good step in that direction. As a bonus, every mile I ride will help me get into better shape. Transportation and exercise rolled into one package—that’s a deal even my frugal side can appreciate.
I’m quite content sitting here with my computer, tapping away at the keyboard and sending words out into the universe. And that raises an important question: You do read my words, don’t you? I’d hate to discover I’ve been spending all this time entertaining only myself. Although given some of the things I write, that may not be the worst audience I’ve ever had.
PIE FOR LUNCH?
Lunch today was Shepherd’s Pie. This is basically mashed potatoes on top of a mixture of vegetable stew and hamburger. It was quite tasty and filled me up until dinner. They had run out of biscuits, so mine came on a toasted English muffin.
The building where I am staying is designed with four sides surrounding a central courtyard. My window overlooks that courtyard, and it is a pleasant view. The landscaping is attractive, giving the whole place a peaceful feeling. At first, I thought it might be the perfect location for the garden I plan to build, but after watching the sunlight throughout the day, I realized the courtyard doesn’t receive enough direct sun for most vegetables and plants to thrive.
One feature I appreciate is how easy they make everyday chores. Several times a day, staff members come by each apartment and ask if we have any trash. If I do, I simply set a bag outside for pickup. Laundry is just as simple.
When I have dirty clothes, I roll my wheeled hamper into the hallway, and the staff collects it, washes everything, folds it neatly, and returns it to me. It’s a level of service I never had while living in my van, and having someone else do the laundry is a nice upgrade.
3:00 — Time to be happy for an hour. I just had one Michelob Ultra, and that did me well. And we got to see Randy Eugene (https://www.facebook.com/randy.eugene.35). He was great on guitar and had a voice that would melt the ladies. I can’t say enough good things about Randy; he kept everyone happy for a full hour.
No club juggling or running today.
All I can say is, darn.
>>>>>June 24
Bright blue skies stretched overhead this morning, the kind that seem to invite me outside. It looked like a perfect day for juggling clubs across the grass and putting in some running miles. The weather has done its part. The challenge now is simple: I just have to do mine. Sometimes the hardest step is opening the door and getting started, but experience has taught me that once I begin, I’m always glad I did.
Lunch today was outstanding. The shrimp and pasta arrived covered in a rich, delicious sauce that made it hard to stop eating. Every bite seemed better than the one before. I enjoyed it so much that I sent word back to the chef to pass along my compliments. Good work deserves recognition, and whoever created that meal certainly earned it. If my message reached the kitchen, I hope it brought a smile. The chef definitely brought one to me.
I just got off the phone with my sister, Kath. We found ourselves talking about something we can’t avoid: getting older. Kath is 73 now, and she says she can definitely feel the changes that come with the passing years. The conversation was a reminder that time moves forward for all of us, whether we are ready for it or not.
As we talked, I found myself thinking back to her visit not long ago. Seeing Kath arrive with both of my daughters and my granddaughter was one of those moments that stays with you. Four generations connected by family, stories, and shared memories.
Life may bring gray hair, aches, and a few extra reminders of our age, but it also brings something valuable in return: the chance to appreciate the people who have traveled through life alongside us. Those visits become more precious with every passing year.
Then it was time to go out and do what I had been putting off, although I managed to invent a few more reasons to delay it first—a little more writing, a little more thinking, and perhaps a little more expert-level procrastination. Eventually, however, the excuses ran out, and I made my way outside. Unfortunately, my asthma decided to join me on the adventure.
While my enthusiasm was ready for juggling and running, my lungs had apparently scheduled something else. Every breath felt harder than it should have, and I quickly realized this was not going to be one of those triumphant “look how much progress I’ve made” days. Sometimes the biggest challenge isn’t getting out the door—it’s discovering that your body didn’t receive the same motivational speech your mind did.
I picked up my clubs and quickly discovered I could barely manage three. Running was even worse. After only a short effort, I was struggling for air and forced to stop. It was discouraging to feel so limited by something as basic as breathing. I used to run daily, but what happened? I will have to make sure I bring my breath freshener (what I call my inhaler) in the future.
Standing there, I couldn’t help wondering where the abilities had gone that I had worked so hard to regain. It felt as though months of effort had somehow slipped away while I wasn’t looking. Still, I know better than to judge my future by one difficult day.
I have faced far greater setbacks before and found my way back. Today may not have been the victory I wanted, but it was not the end of the story either. The clubs are still there, the path is still there, and tomorrow I will have another chance to try again.
Like so often happened at NeuroRestorative, the fire alarm went off here today. I was all prepared to head outside and join the evacuation parade, but when I looked into the hallway, I didn’t see anyone moving. The alarm continued to blare, yet the building seemed strangely calm.
A staff member walked by, so I asked if there was anything to be concerned about. She told me there wasn’t, so I stayed put in my room. It felt odd hearing the alarm sound while everyone carried on as if nothing had happened, but apparently, this was not the emergency it had pretended to be. A little excitement — oh boy. It’s a half hour until dinner, we’ll see.
Nothing exciting appeared on my dinner plate tonight. Lately, I have been asking for only half portions of whatever they serve. The staff probably thinks I’m on some carefully planned diet, but the truth is much simpler—I am seldom hungry enough to justify a full meal.
As I get older, I find myself eating more out of necessity than enthusiasm. There was a time when I could polish off a large meal and still look around for dessert. These days, half a plate is often more than enough. Why load up on food my body doesn’t need? If I’m not hungry, let my appetite decide rather than my eyes.
>>>>>June 25
Another day, another effort at typing.
I hope you enjoy reading my words.
You must read this, which is very important >>
YOU CAN’T GIVE YOUR LIFE FOR TIME.
SO GIVE YOUR TIME MORE LIFE!
Live like there is no tomorrow.
Because one day, there won’t be.
This tiredness can be overwhelming. I want to go and do stuff, but I feel like I am holding myself back—kind of a boring day. I had more stuff to put away, although I don’t know how long I might be here. I had many bathroom things to put in place. I am brand new here, and I want to make sure I put stuff in the right place from the start.
Through Amazon, I purchased two tables that I plan to use as desks, and they turned out to be exactly what I needed. They fit perfectly in my room and have already made the space feel more organized, functional, and comfortable. It’s amazing how a few simple additions can transform a room from a place you merely stay in into one that truly feels like your own.
Little by little, I am creating an environment that works for me. With each new improvement, the room becomes more inviting and better suited for writing, working, and planning what comes next. Things here are looking better and better every day, and it is encouraging to see this new chapter taking shape one small project at a time.
Today’s surprise arrived in the mailbox, not in my inbox. I received a handwritten card from Mike and Elisabeth, sent from Colorado, welcoming me to my new home. In a world filled with texts, emails, and notifications, there is something special about opening a real envelope that traveled through the postal system just to reach me.
That simple act meant more than they probably realize. Taking the time to choose a card, write a message, add a stamp, and send it reminds me that kindness still arrives the old-fashioned way. It was an unexpected gift that brightened my day, and I’m grateful they thought of me.
>>>>>June 26
At 7:30 this morning, I finally made it outside and took a walk around the building. Behind Legacy is a large pond, and I felt compelled to visit it again. I had heard that deer often stop by in the early morning hours, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of a few of them.
Unfortunately, it seems they had already moved on to other engagements for the day. Perhaps they were attending an important deer conference or simply avoiding unexpected human paparazzi. Or were they attending that juggling group they formed? Either way, the pond was still beautiful, the morning air was refreshing, and the walk was well worth it.
The paved trail circles the entire building, which is good news for me. The loop is about a quarter-mile, and I can already see future versions of myself out there, running lap after lap. For now, I was content to walk, explore, and make plans. Every runner starts with a first lap, and today, I at least introduced myself to the course. 😊
BREAKFAST
Breakfast today was quite good. Biscuits and gravy (my favorite), a sausage link, and a fruit bowl (Grapes, blueberries, Orange slices, strawberries, and pear). The fruit is all fresh-cut and has a fresh taste. We get to choose from an assortment of menu items and how much of each. All the meals here are magnificent.
Each apartment has its own thermostat, which is especially appreciated on days like today when the temperature climbs well into the 90s. Stepping back inside after spending time in the Florida heat feels less like returning to an apartment and more like entering a carefully controlled climate experiment designed specifically to prevent humans from melting into puddles.
I keep the thermostat set at about 79 degrees, yet after being outside, it feels positively arctic. It’s amazing how quickly your definition of “cool” changes after a few minutes under the Florida sun. On days like this, I find myself deeply grateful for whoever invented air conditioning, because without it, I suspect Florida’s official state sport would be sweating.
The apartments themselves are also quite spacious, which adds greatly to the comfort of living here. Between the generous amount of room and the dependable air conditioning, it is easy to settle in and feel at home. After spending time outside in the summer heat, I have developed a deep and lasting appreciation for whoever invented air conditioning.
WHERE I LIVE
I feel incredibly fortunate to live here. I am deeply grateful to Greg and to Selective Insurance for covering the cost of my care and making this opportunity possible. Looking around at where I am now, I recognize how much of a difference that support has made in my life.
Because my accident on April 3, 1982, occurred in New Jersey, a no-fault insurance state, coverage remains available for expenses related to that accident. More than four decades later, that support continues to help provide the care and resources I need.
Life has taken me on an extraordinary journey since that day — filled with challenges, unexpected turns, and opportunities I never could have imagined. Through it all, I have never forgotten how fortunate I have been to have caring people and supportive systems in place to help me keep moving forward, even during the most difficult times.
THANK YOU
I remain deeply grateful to Greg and Selective for their steadfast support over the years. Their help has played an important role in allowing me to continue rebuilding, growing, and pursuing a meaningful life. It is a reminder that, sometimes, the support and kindness of others can make all the difference in helping us find our way forward.
LEGACY
I recently found this review of Legacy, where I am living >>
“The Legacy at Highwoods Preserve is an assisted living and memory care facility in New Tampa that earns high marks for its beautiful nature-preserve setting, compassionate staff, and engaging activities. Overall, it is generally regarded as a well-maintained and supportive community that provides a positive living experience for many residents.”
https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/
I would like to keep this blog shorter and more under control.
Instead, just today’s entry has grown into something much larger than I intended.
That leaves me with questions:
What would you leave out?
What would you change?
Are there parts that feel repetitive, unnecessary, or less interesting?
I would appreciate your thoughts and suggestions.
After all, if you’ve made it this far, you have already demonstrated either remarkable dedication, extraordinary patience, or perhaps a temporary inability to locate the exit. Either way, I’m grateful you’re here.
PARTY TIME!
Today was a Hawaiian Celebration Day, Lunch.
Everyone got their lei, which brought smiles.
As you entered, a roasted pig lay outstretched.
For lunch >>
Hawaiian roasted pork.
Grilled tropical rum-glazed chicken.
Dessert–Fried Pineapple Upside-Down Cake.
(I tried to eat the cake while upside down — didn’t work.)
The background music was mele, a traditional Hawaiian term that encompasses both poetic chants and songs. Authentic Hawaiian music is often categorized according to its origins in ancient chant traditions, modern musical influences, and distinctive vocal styles, reflecting the rich cultural history and evolving artistic expression of the islands.
Looked like everyone had a fantastic time.
Even Nikoletta, who was prancing around looking great.
A great party (wish you were here.)
2:00– I was just outside for the “Kona Ice Truck” visit. Looked like a regular Ice Cream Truck. This one was different. I went up to the window and got a cup of ice. Then they had about 20 flavors you could pick from. I picked Mango — delicious. Simple. Quick, Made people happy.
This will tell you more >> https://www.kona-ice.com/
Then, at 3:00 p.m., it was time for Happy Hour, featuring an Aloha theme. They brought in a hula dancer, and she was excellent. She performed traditional Hawaiian dances with grace, energy, and plenty of enthusiasm. Before long, she had audience members joining in, encouraging everyone to get up and try a little hula dancing themselves.
She was truly impressive to watch in person. Her performance brought a wonderful sense of fun and energy to the afternoon, and for a little while, we were all transported from Florida to the islands. I can safely report that while I admired her skill tremendously, I quickly realized that becoming a professional hula dancer is probably not my next career move.
The two piña coladas were very tasty, too.
What a great thing to end the day.
I am happy.
I was smiling.
I am eating well, too.
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PART 3, BLOG 383–DON’T “SHOULD” ON YOURSELF
Albert Ellis, who coined the phrase “Don’t Should on Yourself,” is one of the pioneers of modern psychology and recognized that the way we interpret and talk about our experiences has a powerful impact on how we feel. Our thoughts and emotions are closely connected—change the way you think about a situation—and you can often change the way you experience it.
The problem with “should” thinking is that it often creates guilt, frustration, and disappointment. When we constantly tell ourselves, “I should be doing more,” we feel as though we are falling short, no matter how much we accomplish. Looking back and saying, “I should have done that differently,” only keeps us arguing with a past that cannot be changed.
GUESS WHO LIVES HERE?
The challenge is that we have been “shoulded” on for so long and so consistently that it can be difficult to separate what we truly want from what we have been told we should want. Many of us spend years chasing goals that sound impressive but may not actually align with our deepest values or bring us genuine happiness.
I’ve found it helpful to let go of some of the things I no longer prioritize: a better car, a bigger house, a better unicycle, climbing the career ladder, leadership roles in professional organizations, buying a cabin, and more. While those things may be nice, they are not essential to my happiness. Releasing those expectations has freed me to focus on what truly matters to me and to invest my time and energy in the things that bring meaning, joy, and fulfillment.
Instead of “should”, I could use the word, shit, as we should not shit on ourselves. Even worse, endless “shoulds” can chip away at our self-worth. They are often shaped by expectations from parents, society, friends, or strangers rather than by our own values and goals. When we live by someone else’s standards, it becomes difficult to find genuine motivation or satisfaction.
A better approach is to examine where each “should” comes from. Is it truly something you want, or is it an expectation you have accepted without question? Try replacing “I should” with “I choose to” or “I want to.” That simple shift can turn obligation into purpose.
Practice self-compassion. Doing difficult things is difficult, and everyone stumbles, makes mistakes, and falls short from time to time. That is simply part of being human. When setbacks happen, treat yourself with the same kindness, patience, and understanding you would offer a good friend. A little self-compassion can turn disappointment into growth, helping you learn, move forward, and continue your journey with confidence and hope.
The next time you set a goal or make a decision, make sure it is realistic, balanced, and aligned with your values. Goals built on personal meaning create far more motivation than goals built on guilt. Life becomes much lighter when you stop “shoulding” on yourself and start choosing the path that matters most to you.
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LIFE IS WAITING FOR YOU — CATCH UP!
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. ✨
“Learning to love yourself is like learning to walk –
essential, life-changing, and the only way to stand tall.”
– Vironika Tugaleva.
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“Never give up or give in.” – Kit Summers.
“The most powerful relationship you will ever have is the relationship with yourself.”
– Diane Von Furstenberg.
“Self-care is how you take your power back.” – Lalah Deli.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes –
including you.” – Anne Lamott.
“When we give ourselves compassion,
We are opening our hearts in a way that can transform our lives.” – Kristin Neff.
“When you say ‘yes’ to others, make sure you are not saying ‘no’ to yourself.” – Paolo Coehlo.
“Do something every day that is loving toward your body and allows you to enjoy the sensations of your body.” – Golda Poretsky
“Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much, there’s nothing else you can give and nobody will care for you.” – Karl Lagerfeld.
“Learning to love yourself is like learning to walk –
essential, life-changing, and the only way to stand tall.” – Vironika Tugaleva.
“The most powerful relationship you will ever have is the relationship with yourself.” – Diane Von Furstenberg.
“Self-care is how you take your power back.” – Lalah Delia.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes – including you.” – Anne Lamott.
“When we self-regulate well, we are better able to control the trajectory of our emotional lives and resulting actions based on our values and sense of purpose.” – Amy Mercree.
“When we give ourselves compassion, we are opening our hearts in a way that can transform our lives.” – Kristin Neff.
“When you say ‘yes’ to others, make sure you are not saying ‘no’ to yourself.” – Paolo Coehlo.
“Do something every day that is loving toward your body and allows you to enjoy the sensations of your body.” – Golda Poretsky
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PART 5—YOUR CHALLENGE FOR THE WEEK >>>>>
Pick other words to use instead of “should” or”shit”
Calling yourself by these words is demeaning and not good for you.
Stay positive in the words you say to yourself–ALWAYS!
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PART 6) NEXT WEEK>>>>>BLOG 384—YOUR AGING BRAIN
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I miss you. Write to me—kitsummers@gmail.com
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🌟 PART 7) FINAL THOUGHTS 🌟
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Write me today—kitsummers@gmail.com
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!
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