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BLOG 386–YES, YOU CAN GET BETTER
Keep getting better than yesterday!
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By KIT SUMMERS — World-Class Juggler to World-Class Comeback
Once upon a life, I made gravity nervous— Thirty-seven silent days offstage.
Headlining at Ballys, tossing clubs with a grin. And here I am now—not juggling clubs.
Seven of them. A world record— But throwing purpose, grit, and joy.
Because physics loves a good insult. 😄 Balancing healing, catching courage.
Then came the truck—the coma. Tossing hope sky-high. 🤹♂️
The mission grew bigger than applause. What’s next on Kit’s journey through life?
Now I lift humans. I write to stay connected. Back to juggling? Back to life?
I write because it’s how I breathe. Stay with Kit and find out.
If these words help you, too? Life can get better.
That’s magic catching air. 🎉 Life will get better! ✨
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My new address here is >>
The Legacy at Highwoods Preserve
18600 Highwoods Preserve Pkwy, #217, Tampa, FL 33647
https://www.legacypreservetampa.com/
Or wrote me–kitsummers@gmail.com
Stop by for a visit when you can.
A love letter would be dandy.
Call me >> 610-400-3233
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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 just heard this, and it is important >>
“Happiness is not about getting all that you want.
It’s about enjoying all that you have.”
And, do you?
Here we go again. Do you have something for yourself, like this blog I write, that you can put everything into? Writing these words is my release, and it helps me as much as it helps you.
Have you started writing your blog yet? If not, why not begin today?
YOUR BLOG?
Writing this blog gives me a reason to pay closer attention to my life. I find myself noticing the little moments, collecting ideas, asking more questions, and looking for lessons that might otherwise slip past unnoticed. Even an ordinary day suddenly has something worth sharing. Living the life I am writing about.
Knowing that I will be writing each week encourages me to keep learning, growing, and doing things that make life more interesting. Instead of letting the days pass by, I look for (or make) experiences that will become stories, observations, or ideas that might help someone else.
Your blog doesn’t have to change the world. It just has to reflect your world. You may be surprised at how much you discover about yourself simply by putting your thoughts into words. And who knows? Something you write today might be exactly what another person needs to read tomorrow.
THIS IS WHERE I LIVE NOW
It could easily be made more humorous, more inspirational, or simply more conversational—whatever best fits the message. I want these words to sound like we’re sitting together over a cup of tea, sharing ideas, a few laughs, and perhaps discovering something that makes both of us just a little bit better.
WEEKENDS
Weekends are very slow around here, which makes the meals seem much more important. I actually find myself looking forward to breakfast, lunch, and dinner—not just because the food is good, but because they give me something to do and help break up the day.
It’s funny how that happens. When life slows down, even the smallest events take on a little more meaning. A meal becomes more than just eating; it’s an event, a change of scenery, a reason to leave the room, and a chance to see people for a while.
WHAT IS THERE TO LOOK FORWARD TO?
Yes, the food is good, and I’m grateful for that. But I’d much rather be looking forward to my next adventure than my next plate of food. That’s just one more reason to keep finding new projects, new ideas, and new ways to make every day more interesting.
Chris Foster, you asked why I decided to move to a different place to live.
There wasn’t just one reason—there were many.
But the biggest was the lack of freedom. At my previous home, I spent much of my time in my room.
Below is Chris’ brother, Randy, and me,
performing in San Diego’s Balboa Park in the ’70s.
At NeuroRestorative, there were too many limitations and restrictions. Ironically, there was a beautiful grassy park directly across the street, but I wasn’t allowed to go there. I wanted to practice my juggling, start running again, and continue rebuilding my strength. Having that opportunity just a few feet away—but being told I couldn’t use it—became increasingly frustrating.
I missed walking, exploring, practicing my juggling, and enjoying the outdoors. Eventually, I realized I needed a place that would encourage me to keep growing rather than limit what I could do. That’s why I made the move.
Eventually, I realized that growth requires freedom. I needed a place that encouraged me to keep improving rather than one that limited what I could do. That realization became one of the biggest reasons I made the move.
Basically, at Neurorestorative, I was confined to my room, except to get out for therapy sessions. Jasmine and April searched and came upon Legacy, where I am now. Just by signing out, I can leave the area and get out to work on my juggling and running — yet I have not yet.
And, while here, I have the chance to check out >>
https://www.facebook.com/p/The-Tampa-Bay-Jugglers-Club-100081353051448/
I will do some coaching and make new friends while I’m there.
My daughters, Jasmine and April, along with my sister, Kath, talked me into getting a separate keyboard. I built a small shelf for my laptop so the screen now sits at eye level while the second keyboard rests comfortably below. Instead of constantly looking down, I can keep my gaze straight ahead while typing or watching a video. I have to admit—they were absolutely right. It’s a far better setup.
As a bonus, I suddenly have plenty more desk space. Even better, if I’m in the mood, I can stand while I type or watch videos. It’s amazing how one simple change can make working more comfortable. Now and then, it’s worth listening when your family insists they know what’s best. Don’t tell them I said that—I don’t want them getting too confident.
An unexpected bonus is all the desk space I’ve gained. My workspace suddenly feels twice as big, and I can even stand while I write whenever the mood strikes. Apparently, this old dog can learn new tricks (woof)—especially when three determined women keep insisting until he finally listens.
How about you? You’ve made it through difficult days before. Despite the setbacks, disappointments, and unexpected detours, you’re still here. That’s something worth celebrating. Life has a way of testing us all, and while some days unfold effortlessly, others seem determined to push us backward.
Yet if you’re reading these words, you’ve already proven something remarkable about every challenge that has come your way, and you’ve emerged stronger because of it. You may not always recognize your own resilience, but it’s there, quietly carrying you forward one step at a time. Never underestimate just how much strength you already possess.
Hopefully, you’ve even managed to greet a few of those difficult days with a smile. That doesn’t mean they were easy. It simply means you refused to let hardship have the final word. A smile isn’t a sign that life is perfect; it’s often a sign that hope is still alive. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is smile, take another step, and keep moving forward.
The truth is, there will be more challenging days ahead. I don’t say that to discourage you or paint a gloomy picture. It’s simply one of life’s guarantees. Plans will change, obstacles will appear, and there will be moments when you’ll wonder whether you have the strength to keep going. When those moments arrive, remind yourself that you’ve overcome difficult seasons before, and you can do it again.
Every challenge also carries an opportunity. It may teach patience, strengthen your character, sharpen your thinking, or reveal abilities you never knew you possessed. The greatest growth rarely happens when life is easy. It happens when we choose to keep going, even when the path is steep and every step requires a little extra determination.
IT’S ABOUT LIFE–IT’S ABOUT BEING HAPPY
That is one of the reasons I write these weekly thoughts. When life throws one of those inevitable curveballs your way, you’ll remember something you’ve read here. A single sentence may encourage you to pause instead of panic, laugh instead of complain, or believe that tomorrow can be better than today.
Never underestimate the power of small victories. One encouraging thought, one positive decision, one act of kindness, or one determined step forward may seem insignificant in the moment, yet those little choices quietly build extraordinary lives. Progress seldom arrives in giant leaps. More often, it appears one small improvement at a time, until one day you look back and realize just how far you’ve come.
If these words help you face even one challenge with a little more courage, a little more hope, or a smile that wasn’t there just moments before, then they’ve accomplished exactly what I hoped they would. If they encourage you to stand up after a setback, believe in yourself when doubt creeps in, or take just one more step forward, then every word has been worthwhile.
Life will always surprise us. Some days will lift us higher than we ever imagined, while others will test our strength in ways we never expected. Yet no circumstance gets to decide your attitude—that choice has always belonged to you. It is one of the greatest powers you will ever possess.
So let’s greet whatever comes next with confidence, optimism, and determination. Every storm eventually passes, every sunrise offers a fresh beginning, and every challenge carries the possibility of growth. Keep moving forward with hope in your heart, because better days are never as far away as they sometimes seem.
As you see,
I am keeping the blog shorter.
Did it work?
KEEP SMILING.
KEEP MOVING FORWARD.
EXPECT A WONDERFUL FUTURE.
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PART 2) THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
Kit’s Daily Delight Inspiration–Served Playfully.
Good morning! Or good afternoon… or good evening. One of the wonderful things about words is that they never complain when they’re read a little late.
Every sunrise delivers a fresh page with your name already written across the top. What you choose to write on it is entirely up to you. You don’t need a perfect beginning to create a beautiful ending. Just take one positive step, then another. Before long, you’ll look behind you and discover you’ve traveled much farther than you ever imagined.
Don’t wait for life to become easier before deciding to smile. Smile first. It’s amazing how often your attitude quietly changes the direction of your day. A cheerful heart won’t eliminate every obstacle, but it certainly makes climbing over them much more enjoyable.
So go out and encourage someone today.
Hold a door.
Share a compliment.
Laugh at yourself before anyone else gets the chance.
Kindness has a funny habit of boomeranging right back to the person who threw it.
Now make today so memorable that tomorrow gets a little jealous.
>>>>>July 11
Saturday has arrived, and weekends move in slow motion. The extra hours give me more opportunities to think, write, observe, and, now and then, come up with an idea that makes me wonder, “What on earth was I thinking?”
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I truly appreciate you taking a few minutes of your day to spend with me. In wordless distractions, the fact that you choose to read these words means more than you might realize.
Something in today’s thoughts made you smile, sparked a new idea, or encouraged you to see life from a slightly different angle. If even one sentence stayed with you, then this quiet weekend has accomplished something worthwhile.
Sometimes the biggest changes don’t come from dramatic events. They begin with a single new thought, a fresh perspective, or one small decision to move forward. If today’s words planted even the tiniest seed, I hope it grows into something meaningful for you.
Thank you for sharing part of your day with me. These thoughts brought a smile, sparked an idea, or encouraged you to see life in a new way. Until next time, keep smiling, stay curious, keep growing, and never stop discovering just how remarkable your life can become. Your greatest chapter may still be waiting to be written.
I look forward to meeting you here again next week. Until then, keep growing, keep smiling, and keep taking one small step at a time toward becoming the very best version of yourself. Life isn’t changed by one giant leap. It’s shaped by the small choices you make each day, the lessons you embrace, and the determination to keep moving forward—even when the path isn’t clear.
Have a wonderful week.
Keep believing in your potential.
Keep finding reasons to laugh.
Be clever, start discovering how
remarkable you can become. I’ll send words next week.
Remember, you don’t have to change your entire life overnight. Small improvements, made consistently, have a remarkable way of becoming extraordinary results. Have a wonderful week, and never stop discovering just how amazing your life can become.
SHAVE TIME
So, to stir things up, I’m thinking about shaving my head again. I already shave “down there” because it’s simply more comfortable. Around here, no one has ever seen me completely hairless, so it might surprise a few people—and give everyone something new to talk about. But, no, I won’t show them, “Down There.”
THE SKILL OF WRITING
I’ve been using fewer words in these posts. You saw my last one, and I’m not sure I’m very good at it yet. I have a lifelong friendship with extra sentences. Every time I tell myself, “Keep it short, Kit,” another thought taps me on the shoulder and says, “Don’t forget about me!”
That could be the way my mind works. I’ve lived through enough adventures, setbacks, recoveries, and surprises that every idea seems connected to three others. Before I knew it, a simple paragraph had packed its bags and turned into a cross-country trip.
I’m working on it, though. Brevity is a skill, just like juggling. You don’t master it overnight. Until then, thanks for sticking with me as I practice saying more… with less. And if an occasional extra sentence sneaks in, well, I hope you’ll forgive an old writer for enjoying the journey as much as the destination.
SHOWTIME
Today I have a show scheduled for 11:00 a.m. I’ll be sharing my story, doing a little juggling, and throwing in a few magic tricks along the way.
What’s surprising is that I’m actually nervous about this presentation. You would think that after a lifetime of performing in front of audiences—from theaters to schools to casinos—I would be completely beyond stage fright. Apparently, the butterflies never got the memo.
Being nervous isn’t such a bad thing. It means I still care. It means I want to do well. A little nervous energy can be turned into enthusiasm once the first smile appears or the first laugh breaks the silence.
Since it’s Saturday, I don’t expect a large crowd. In fact, I wouldn’t be shocked if only a handful of people showed up—or even none at all. If that’s the case, I’ll treat it as another opportunity to practice, improve, and enjoy myself. Whether there are five people, fifty people, or just one curious soul, that one person deserves my very best.
Besides, every great performance starts the same way—with a first step onto the stage.
I’ll let you know afterward how it went. Hopefully, there will be a few laughs, a little amazement, and maybe even a bit of inspiration mixed in with the juggling. I’ve performed with thousands in the audience; this is no different.
NINE IN THE AUDIENCE
Nine people came to my presentation today. Before it started, I have to admit—I had a few butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Since it was Saturday, I wasn’t even sure if anyone would show up. I was mentally preparing to give an inspirational speech to a room full of empty chairs. They’re not very responsive.
But then, one by one, people wandered in until there were nine smiling faces waiting for me. Perfect!
I juggled, performed a few magic tricks, shared stories from my life, and talked about some of the successes I’ve been fortunate enough to experience. More importantly, I spoke about the setbacks that came first and how determination, persistence, and a refusal to quit can carry us through almost anything life throws at us. (Fortunately, today I was the only one throwing things.)
As I looked around the room, I saw people laughing, smiling, and really paying attention. That’s one of my favorite sights in the world. Making people smile has always felt like a little bit of magic all by itself. If someone leaves happier than when they walked in, then I’ve accomplished something worthwhile.
THEY ENJOYED THE SHOW
Somewhere along the way, those nervous butterflies quietly packed their bags, spread their little wings, and flew away. They stayed just long enough to enjoy the show before deciding they were no longer needed.
As the audience’s smiles grew, my confidence quietly returned. By the time I finished, I wasn’t thinking about being nervous at all. I enjoyed the chance to make people laugh, share a few stories, and hopefully leave them feeling happier than when they walked in.
Today’s presentation reminded me of an important lesson. It isn’t about filling every seat in the room. It’s about filling the people who are there with a little more hope, encouragement, and joy than they had before. Helping those I can live better lives.
NINE
Nine people came. Nine.
I hope nine people left just a little happier.
To me, that’s a successful day.
As evening’s gentle quiet settled about me, I turned once more toward the ancient tale of The Two Towers. With its opening scenes came a stirring of old memories, reaching back across many years to my days in junior high school, when I first wandered into the pages of The Lord of the Rings.
THE TWO TOWERS
In those days, I did not merely read the story—I journeyed within it. The turning of each page was like another mile upon a winding road, leading ever deeper into lands where courage was tested, friendships were forged, and hope endured against the longest of shadows.
While watching the film, I found myself walking down two paths at once. One lay before my eyes upon the screen, crafted with soaring mountains, towering fortresses, ancient forests, and mighty battles brought to life through remarkable artistry. The other path stretched far older, hidden within memory, where the landscapes had been shaped not by artists or cameras, but by my imagination alone.
Such is the quiet enchantment of a book. Every reader becomes the builder of kingdoms and the keeper of hidden places. The forests whisper with voices known only to that reader. The castles rise according to unseen dreams. Even the faces of heroes and wanderers bear features that no painter has ever fully captured. The tale lives differently within every heart that welcomes it.
IT TOOK ME THERE
A film offers another kind of wonder. It invites us to behold the vision imagined by others—gifted storytellers who have labored to give form to words that once existed only upon the page. Their Middle-earth is magnificent beyond measure, filled with beauty, peril, and grandeur. Yet it is not quite the same Middle-earth that has traveled beside me through the years.
AND PERHAPS THAT IS AS IT SHOULD BE
The stories that matter most are never imprisoned within ink or celluloid. They continue their journey inside us, growing richer as the seasons of our own lives unfold. A tale first discovered in youth returns years later, wearing new garments, revealing truths that once passed unnoticed. Though the road remains familiar, the traveler has changed.
HAVE YOU READ HIS BOOKS?
So I cherish them both—the books that first opened the gate to wonder, and the films that allowed me to walk those ancient roads again beneath a different sky. For the finest stories do not truly end when the final page is turned, or the closing credits fade. Like the distant echo of a horn across forgotten hills, they linger in the mind and heart, quietly calling us back to adventure whenever we are willing to listen.
>>>>>July 12
As I peek out the window this morning, it looks as though Mother Nature has been busy polishing the day just for us. The sky is a brilliant blue, the sunshine is stretching itself awake, and everything outside seems to be whispering, “Come on, Kit… get out here!” It’s hard not to smile when the world puts on a show like that.
Now comes the daily debate. Do I go for a run or grab the juggling clubs? Apparently, my asthma has decided it would like a vote in the matter. It’s been an uninvited referee lately, occasionally blowing the whistle when I’m ready to sprint into action.
RUNNING OR JUGGLING?
The funny thing is, I’ve learned that listening to your body isn’t the same as surrendering to it. Sometimes wisdom sounds a lot like, “Maybe take it easy today, genius.” After everything life has thrown at me, I’ve discovered that being stubborn can be a wonderful quality—as long as it’s pointed in the right direction.
So if today isn’t meant for running, it’s perfect for tossing a few clubs into the air, taking a leisurely walk, or simply sitting outside with the sun on my face and a grateful heart. Not every victory comes with sweat pouring down your forehead. Some victories come from making the smart choice today so you can come back even stronger tomorrow.
One thing, however, is non-negotiable: asthma doesn’t get to steal my enthusiasm. It might slow my pace, but it doesn’t get to touch my spirit. There is far too much beauty waiting outside that window to waste the day grumbling. So I’ll head into it with a smile, a deep breath whenever I can get one, and the determination to enjoy every moment. After all, life isn’t about having perfect lungs—it’s about making the most of every breath you’ve been given.
HOW ABOUT YOU, ARE YOU BREATHING OK?
I just returned from breakfast.
It was the usual meal, nothing exciting,
But it gave me a reason to get out of my room and start the day.
To get there, I leave my room and walk about 200 meters to the elevator. That isn’t a great distance. Years ago, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Now, by the time I reach the elevator, my asthma has already made itself known. I can feel my breathing tighten, and I’m reminded that my lungs no longer cooperate the way they once did.
I’LL ADMIT, THAT MAKES ME A LITTLE SAD
There was a time when I could run, juggle for hours, and perform with seemingly endless energy. Breathing was something I never even thought about. It simply happened. Funny how we often take the simplest gifts for granted until they’re no longer effortless.
But I’ve also learned something through the many challenges life has thrown my way. Feeling sad for a little while is perfectly natural. We all have those moments. The important thing is not to unpack your bags and live there. Acknowledge the feeling, learn what it has to teach you, then stand back up and keep moving forward. Life still has too many wonderful adventures waiting for you.
MY ASTHMA
My asthma may have changed the way I move, but it hasn’t changed the way I think. It hasn’t taken away my curiosity, my sense of humor, my love of writing, or my desire to encourage others. It may slow my steps, but it doesn’t get to decide the direction of my life.
So today, instead of wishing for the lungs I once had, I’ll make the best use of the ones I have. I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep smiling when I can. And I’ll keep searching for ways to become a little better than I was yesterday.
Sometimes victory isn’t running a marathon.
Sometimes victory is simply taking another step… and then another.
But today I feel like I am wasting my life. I did not accomplish anything, which felt terrible.
>>>>>July 13
I started working on this blog early this morning, as usual. Before long, I noticed a tiny ant making its way across my computer screen. It had a destination in mind, although I have no idea what could be so important on a laptop.
Many people would have reached over without a second thought and ended the poor fellow’s adventure. I couldn’t do that. He wasn’t bothering me. He was washing my keyboard or trying to edit my sentences. As far as I know, he was exploring the world from an ant’s perspective.
I could have carefully captured him and carried him outside, but even I admit that’s probably taking kindness just a little too far. Besides, he likely would have stormed in and demanded to know why I’d interrupted his expedition. So I let him roam.
ANT OR AUNT?
There may be a lesson in that for all of us. Sometimes the best thing we can do is keep moving forward (have you ever seen anyone walk backward?). The world could be gentler if we all paused before reacting. Not everything that crosses our path is an enemy. Sometimes it’s just another traveler, trying to make its way through Life—one tiny step at a time.
I allowed him to continue on his tiny journey while I continued on mine. It’s amazing that a creature smaller than a grain of rice can make you pause and think. That little ant wasn’t worried about the stock market, social media, or whether anyone liked his latest post. He wasn’t comparing himself to the ant in the next colony or stressing about tomorrow.
He kept putting one tiny foot in front of the other, doing what ants have quietly done for millions of years. There could be a lesson in that. Sometimes the best way to move through life isn’t by worrying about everything ahead—it’s by taking the next small step and trusting that those little steps will eventually lead somewhere worthwhile.
Wherever that tiny journey leads, I hope there are plenty of crumbs to discover, no giant fingers descending unexpectedly from the sky, and countless safe places to explore. May each new step lead to another little adventure, every crack become a highway to somewhere exciting, and every day bring something worth investigating.
THIS HUGE WORLD
It’s a big world for such a tiny traveler, and I hope it’s filled with curiosity, good fortune, and a lifetime of wonderful little adventures. If our paths never cross again, I’ll be happy knowing I gave one very small creature the chance to continue its own remarkable expedition.
It’s funny how something so incredibly small can quietly remind me that every living creature is on its own journey. For a few brief moments, our paths crossed. Then we each continued on our separate adventures—and somehow—my day was a little richer because of it.
It’s hard to believe I managed to write that much about a tiny little ant. Then again, life has a funny way of hiding big lessons inside very small packages. Who would have guessed that a creature smaller than a grain of rice could wander across my computer screen and inspire so many thoughts?
Now, if I’d been writing about my aunt, that would have been a completely different story. For one thing, she probably wouldn’t have fit on my computer screen. She also would have expected a proper introduction, a few flattering comments, and perhaps a starring role.
Ants, on the other hand, never complain about how they’re portrayed. They go about their tiny lives, carrying crumbs far larger than common sense would recommend, blissfully unaware that they’re inspiring writers, amusing children, and reminding the rest of us that even the smallest lives can leave surprisingly big impressions.
They never send complaint letters, hire tiny ant attorneys, or demand equal representation in literature. They keep exploring the world one determined step at a time, blissfully unaware that they’ve wandered into someone else’s story.
So today, an ant became the unlikely star of my blog. Tomorrow, who knows? Inspiration has a habit of showing up in the most unexpected places. Sometimes it arrives dressed as a breathtaking sunset. Sometimes it’s hidden inside a conversation with a friend. And now and then, it marches across your keyboard on six tiny legs and quietly reminds you to pay attention.
And now it’s two hours later. The little explorer is long gone, and I’m left wondering… was there really an ant here at all? It’s amazing how something so tiny can appear, steal a few moments of your attention, inspire an entire story, and then quietly disappear as though it had never been there.
HOW LONG CAN KIT KEEP WRITING ABOUT AN ANT (or an aunt?) 
>>>>July 14
“Ant”–there, I said it, I guess it continues today, too.
The view outside my window isn’t nearly as cheerful today.
Gray clouds have moved in, and they seem determined to
audition for the role of “Most Gloomy Sky.”
ANT OR AUNT?
On a brighter note, the ant (not my aunt Ruth—that would be an entirely different story) has returned for another visit. Apparently, my computer has become part of its daily travel itinerary. Watching that tiny explorer is fascinating. Its little legs move so unbelievably fast that they almost blur together. If ants ever hold the Olympics, this one is definitely bringing home the gold in the 100-millimeter dash.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting here trying to keep up with a creature smaller than a grain of rice. I have no idea where it’s going, but one thing is certain—it has somewhere important to be, and it’s not wasting a single second getting there.
X-RAY TIME
This morning I headed out for a chest CT scan. The doctor is trying to figure out why my asthma has decided to become a much more enthusiastic traveling companion lately. I’m hoping the scan provides a few answers—and, even better, a few solutions.
Later in the day, it was Happy Hour here at Legacy. They hold it a couple of times each week, and today featured a gentleman singing old love songs while somehow playing several instruments at once. I stayed for a little while, listened to a few tunes, accepted my second glass of Sangria, and quietly made my way back to my room.
BEING HAPPY FOR AN HOUR
I have to admit, Happy Hour isn’t really my kind of entertainment. Give me a good conversation, an interesting book, a juggling club, or a blank page to write on, and I’m a happy camper. Still, it was wonderful to see so many of the other residents smiling, singing along, and tapping their feet.
HEY–IS THAT KIT?
Music has a remarkable way of unlocking memories that have been quietly tucked away for years. A familiar melody can transport us to another time—a first dance, a summer evening, a family gathering, or a special person who still lives in our hearts. As the songs filled the room this afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice the smiles, the gentle tapping of feet, and the faraway looks in people’s eyes.
Judging by the expressions around the room, many wonderful memories were making return visits. For a little while, it seemed as though the music wasn’t simply entertaining the audience—it was carrying each person back to a cherished chapter of their own story.
As for me, I was perfectly content returning to my room, where my faithful keyboard patiently waits for me. It never complains if I sing off-key, never winces when I miss a note, and, thankfully, never asks for an encore.
I LIKE WRITING TO YOU (or for you)
In fact, I suspect it secretly prefers the sound of my fingers tapping across the keys to the sound of my voice attempting to hit the right notes. Together, we seek a good team. It provides the clicks, I provide the thoughts, and so these little taps turn into stories, ideas, and the occasional bit of mischief. For me, that’s a concert worth attending every single day.
I’ll end on that good note.
Sleep well, my friend. I know I will.
Tomorrow is another opportunity to learn,
to laugh, and make life just a little bit better.
>> >>>July 15
As usual, up early before the birds.
A slow day today, so I have just kept to my room.
Taking a day off? This reminds me of something that has been on my mind.
For most of my life, I’ve been in a relationship. There was always a hand to hold, a voice to hear, or simply the quiet comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone. Now, that comforting presence is gone, replaced by silence. At times, the loneliness feels almost tangible, reminding me just how much I miss sharing life’s ordinary moments with someone I love.
I’M STILL LOOKING–ARE YOU HER?
Sometimes, without thinking, I reach out—as if someone is still beside me. My hand finds only space. In those moments, the reality of being alone settles over me, and tears come quietly. I am here… but where is she?
Loneliness has a way of echoing through the smallest moments. A meal, a sunset, a funny thought—so many things are meant to be shared. Just writing these words brings tears to my eyes, because they come from a place that is very real.
I still believe there is someone out there whose heart is searching, too. Someone to laugh with, talk with, grow old with, and be close to. If you’re reading this and your heart quietly whispered, “I understand,” perhaps our paths were meant to cross. If not you, perhaps you have a friend?
>>>>>July 16
Good morning! Or perhaps good afternoon—or even good evening—depending on when these words happen to find you. I just returned from breakfast, where I had my usual meal. Some things in life don’t need improving, and breakfast seems to be one of them. As always, it was quite good. I have readers worldwide who read my blog. As this side sleeps, the other side reads my blog—or the other way around.
One of the residents was celebrating his 97th birthday today. It reminded me once again that I’m one of the younger people here. That’s a funny thought because, in my mind, I still feel as though I’m somewhere in my twenties or thirties. Then reality politely taps me on the shoulder and reminds me that I’ll turn 68 on February 28.
For years, we’ve been told that 65 is the magic retirement age. Well, I’m well beyond that now, and I still don’t understand what “retirement” is supposed to mean. Retire from living? Retire from learning? Retire from making a difference? None of those ideas appeals to me.
It sometimes seems as though retirement has become a place where people quietly wait for time to pass while trying to ignore the fact that life is growing shorter. I could never live that way. As long as I’m breathing, I want to keep writing, encouraging, learning, laughing, juggling ideas—and maybe a few clubs again someday.
I don’t believe purpose comes with an expiration date. If anything, the years have given me more stories to tell, more lessons to share, and a deeper appreciation for every sunrise. I still have dreams that haven’t been chased, people I hope to inspire, and goals that make me excited to get out of bed each morning.
One day, my journey will end, just as everyone’s will. But until then, I have no interest in retiring from life. There is simply too much left to do, too many smiles left to create, and too many lives that might be brighter because I chose to keep moving forward.
Isn’t it strange how age works? The calendar insists the years keep piling up, while the mind quietly ignores the memo. I still catch myself thinking, “I can do that!” Then I stand up, and every joint in my body decides to hold a committee meeting before approving the motion.
That could be the real secret to staying young. Keep your curiosity alive, your sense of humor intact, and never stop looking forward to tomorrow. Wrinkles may show up uninvited, but so far they haven’t figured out how to wrinkle my enthusiasm—and I hope they never do.
Yes, your final curtain call is coming someday. I know—that wasn’t exactly the uplifting news you were hoping to hear with your morning coffee. Relax, though; I’m not trying to scare you. I’m simply pointing out one of life’s few guarantees. The wonderful part is that none of us knows when that day will arrive, so worrying about it only steals time from the days we do have.
Instead, laugh often, love deeply, chase a few dreams, help a few people, and squeeze every drop of joy out of today. Besides, if death does show up unexpectedly, I’d much rather have it interrupt me while I’m busy living than catch me sitting around worrying that it might arrive. That would be a terrible way to use perfectly good time.
Always remember: YOU are the one who has the power to make your life great.
Down I went for lunch. The walk to the elevator is long enough that I can understand why so many people here rely on walkers. I could certainly be in better shape, but I don’t think it’s time to trade my sneakers for a walker just yet. My goal is to keep depending on the two legs I came with for as long as they’ll cooperate.
Of course, if my legs ever do give out, I may have to negotiate with a walker. But I plan to make it work for every step first. Besides, if I start using one too soon, people might expect me to slow down—and I still have far too many places to wander, too many ideas to chase, many miles to run, and too many dessert tables to reach before anyone beats me there.
Near the elevator, they have a pool table. I started a game with a fellow who looked like he really knew what he was doing. We traded impressive shots, banked a few beauties, and the competition was fierce. In the end, I absolutely creamed him. Then I realized I should probably mention one small detail—I was practicing alone. Turns out I’m an excellent pool player… as long as I don’t have to beat anyone but myself. 
Sometimes it’s easy to focus on what we wish were different and overlook what is already good. The more time I spend here, the more I’ve come to appreciate just how fortunate I am. The place I live is truly luxurious. The inside is immaculate, beautifully maintained, and always welcoming. I’ve already told you about the meals—they’re consistently delicious—And I certainly haven’t gone hungry.
Step outside, and it’s as though you’re walking through a peaceful park. The grounds are beautifully landscaped, with plenty of places to stroll, sit, and enjoy the day. When I stop to look around, I realize I really couldn’t ask for a nicer place to live. Gratitude has a wonderful way of changing our perspective, and today, mine is filled with appreciation.
>>>>>July 17
What will happen in this upcoming week? That’s the question that parks itself at the front of my brain every Friday. If I knew the answer, I’d be living on a tropical island after correctly predicting lottery numbers instead of writing this blog.
The truth is, I never know what’s waiting around the corner. It might be a new adventure, an unexpected challenge, a brilliant idea, or another tiny ant wandering across my keyboard looking for its fifteen minutes of fame. Life has a wonderful habit of ignoring my carefully imagined plans.
So we’ll both have to wait and see. I’m just as curious as you are. In fact, if you find out what next week has in store before I do, please don’t spoil the ending. I enjoy the suspense almost as much as the surprises.
I’m glad you read my words.
Thank you for being a part of my audience.
Without you, what would I be?
I look out the window and see a sky full of clouds. Back and forth it goes—clouds, then blue skies, then clouds again. It’s as if the sky can’t make up its mind. One minute it’s smiling, the next it’s pouting, only to change its mood all over again.
Then again, maybe the sky isn’t so different from the rest of us. We all have cloudy moments and bright ones. The important thing is remembering that no matter how many clouds drift overhead, they never stop the sun from shining—they hide it for a little while.
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BLOG 386–YES, YOU CAN GET BETTER
Have you ever wondered if people can truly change?
Can someone become healthier, happier, wiser, stronger, or more successful?
Absolutely!
One of the greatest truths I’ve discovered is this:
Yes, you can get better!
I know because I’ve lived it.
After being struck by a truck and spending more than a month in a coma, many people wondered if I would ever walk, talk, or think normally again. At times, the road ahead seemed impossible. But I refused to believe my best days were behind me. I believed I could improve—one small step at a time.
I celebrated every tiny victory: one more word remembered, one steadier step, one new accomplishment. At first, the progress seemed almost invisible. But little by little, those tiny victories added up to remarkable achievements. That’s how lasting change happens—one small improvement at a time.
Life works the same way. Success rarely comes with a single giant breakthrough. It grows through small, consistent choices—taking a walk, reading a few pages, eating a little healthier, learning something new, showing gratitude, or encouraging someone else.
Don’t wait for Monday or New Year’s Day. The calendar doesn’t change your life—your decisions do. Start today. Progress is far more important than perfection.
So let me ask you one question:
What is one small thing you can do today to become a little better tomorrow?
Take that first step, then another, and another.
Before long, you’ll look back and realize just how far you’ve come.
Never forget this simple truth:
Yes, you CAN get better. ❤️
WILL YOU BE THE FIRST TO REACH 200 YEARS OF AGE?
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. ✨
1. “On the other side of a storm is the strength that comes from having
navigated through it. Raise your sail and begin. ― ” Gregory S. Williams
2. “Greatest are those who study and learn what is
best for them.” – Kit Summers
3. “As we advance in life, it becomes more and more difficult,
But in fighting the difficulties, the inner strength of the heart
is developed.” ― Vincent van Gogh
4. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling,
but rising every time we fall.” – Nelson Mandela
5. “A truly strong person does not need the approval of others
any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep.” ―Vernon Howar
6. “You never know how strong you are until you’re being
strong is the only choice you have.” ―Bob Marley
7. “The human capacity for burden is like bamboo –
far more flexible than you’d ever believe at first glance.”― Jodi Picoult
8. “She stood in the storm,
and when the wind did not blow her way.
She adjusted her sails.”― Elizabeth Edwards.
9. “It’s your reaction to adversity,
not adversity itself that determines how
your life’s story will develop.”― Dieter F. Uchtdorf
10. “Go within every day and find the inner strength
so that the world will not blow your candle out.” ―Katherine Dunham
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PART 5—YOUR CHALLENGE FOR THE WEEK >>>>>
Divide your life into its most important parts and examine each one with care. Write down what truly matters to you—your health, family, friendships, finances, career, personal growth, or whatever gives your life meaning and purpose. Don’t rush this process.
Give it the time it deserves, because few exercises will have a greater impact on the direction of your life. Clarity is the foundation of improvement, and you can’t improve what you’ve never taken the time to define. Define and write your life out.
Then, look at each area and ask yourself, What would excellence look like here? More importantly, ask, What is one small step I can take today to move in that direction? A remarkable life isn’t created overnight or through one giant leap.
It’s built one choice, one habit, and one improvement at a time. As each part of your life grows stronger, your confidence grows with it, and before long, you’ll discover that by improving the individual pieces, you’ve transformed the whole picture.
YES–YOU ARE ON THE RIGHT ROAD!
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PART 6) NEXT WEEK>>>>>BLOG 387–IDEAS TO MAKE LIFE BETTER!
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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! 🌟
There’s Kit juggling 3 rings
