✨ KITTING AROUND ✨
BLOG 345–Do You Read or Just Look at Words?
A masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!

I write, create, and share so that we can pause together, look at LIFE differently, and grow taller on the inside. My mission? To demonstrate that living differently and living better is not only possible—it’s essential.
     
My Story in a Nutshell (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, still loving, still lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

This is the Stuff that Turns “Just Surviving” into Thriving.

The past?
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your Life.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered on the wind.
   
The future?
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
   
And the present?
Ah, this is your playground!
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨ Life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, too quirky, too electric to keep to myself! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that just won’t quit.
   
PROOF!
✨Every change I walk through is proof: I can adapt, I can rise, I can keep shaping life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they’re upgrades, invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. You can do the same! 

I’VE MET CHANGE TOO MANY TIMES.
CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
MAKE ANY CHANGES YOU CAN TO MAKE YOUR LIFE BETTER!

      
THE BEAM
Change boldly. Aim for magnificence.
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
You don’t get a rerun of this life—so advance, evolve, reinvent.
I’m not some drill sergeant barking at you—I’m the flashlight buddy.
   
THE MAP?
Forget the stiff, folded kind.
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >> 

What a joy to write these words for you—each line anchors me and lights the path ahead. This practice doesn’t just fill my time; it fuels my spirit. And if these words can lift even one corner of your day, then every moment spent is priceless. I hope that what I share inspires, encourages, and reminds you of the strength you already possess. 
       
Usually, Saturday afternoons are my stage under the open sky. That little park across the street becomes my circus, my cathedral of motion. The grass waits patiently, the air hums with possibility—then thwack, a ball arcs, a rhythm begins. But lately? Florida’s been showing off its moody side. It rains about every day.
 
Talk about the weather, this is the kind of rain that starts with a whisper and ends with thunder’s applause. Not ideal for juggling. My props don’t like puddles. Still, I stand by the window, watching droplets dance, feeling that itch in my hands. Rain or shine, a juggler’s spirit doesn’t sit still—it spins. Maybe the next break in the clouds will be mine.
     
Mark Richards is still hard at work bringing my story to the world—turning my books into a movie that will light a spark in hearts everywhere.
If you’ve got ideas for Mark or would like to help make this dream reel a reality, he’d love to hear from you! You can reach him at mark.richards@booksidepress.com or call (657) 214-7675.

We’re also looking for investors who want to be part of something truly inspiring—a story about resilience, wonder, and the wild joy of coming back stronger.
   
And my teeth—oh boy. I still catch myself wondering what on earth possessed me to have all my lower ones yanked out. My sister didn’t mince words either—told me flat out, “You should’ve never done that.” Now every time I see one of those slick ads for “custom smile covers,” I can’t help but laugh (and wince).
 
Turns out I could’ve kept my teeth! But hey, no use crying over missing molars. What’s gone is gone. So I’ll live with it—and keep smiling wide enough to make up for the teeth that aren’t there.

BLOG 345–Do You Read or Just Look at Words
⚡Reading vs. Scanning — A Wake-Up Moment
There’s Kit—book in hand, eyes tracing words—then snap.
That spark of awareness strikes: “Am I really reading… or just looking at words?”
That single question flips the switch. The page stops being ink—it becomes oxygen.

Only a few books pull you clean through the paper,
Dissolve the walls, and rebuild yourself somewhere new.
“The Way of the Peaceful Warrior”, by Dan Millman, did that for me.
It wasn’t just a story—it was a compass pointing toward a fuller and better life.
Every reread hits me like quiet lightning: truth whispered in simple words—Wake up. Live deliberately!
   
Quotes from “The Way of the Peceful Warrior.”
“Release your struggle, let go of your mind, and throw away your concerns. Relax into the world. There’s no need to resist life; just do your best. Open your eyes and see that you are far more than you imagine. You are the world, you are the universe; you are yourself and everyone else, too!”
AND
“Peace comes when you stop trying to control the world around you and instead take responsibility for the world within you. The warrior has peace of mind because they know that there is always a way to find light, even in the midst of the greatest darkness.”

If you haven’t read it, treat yourself to this book.
You can find used copies for a low price.
(yes, all the words are still included!)
AbeBooks.com.
Find other books there, too.
     
Reading is beneficial because it enhances cognitive functions — memory, focus, and analytical thinking — and provides significant mental and physical health benefits. These can include stress reduction, improved sleep, and increased empathy and knowledge. It functions as a “workout” for the brain, keeping it active and healthy and potentially extending life.

Who would ever think Kit would write a book? (I’ve written 15 books to this point.) In addition to writing books, I have been writing regularly, maintaining this blog every Friday for over twenty years.
   
You have a lot to do before your eventual death.
Could one of those things be writing a book?     
A book to help others?
I say YES!
   
KIT THE BOOK WRITER/PUBLISHER
From Handwritten Dreams to Worldwide Hands

Let me take you back to where it all began—my first book, “Juggling with Finesse”. No fancy publisher, no big marketing machine—just raw passion, persistence, and a typewriter’s hum. What started as scribbles in my notebook became a self-published hit, selling over 25,000 copies worldwide, at about twenty bucks a pop.
     
Once, I lived in perfect rhythm—three clubs spinning through the air, five balls tracing invisible music. I’d climbed to the very top of my craft, a professional juggler dancing with gravity itself. Then came the fall—the crash. A 37-day period of silence is not typically considered a coma.

MOST PEOPLE THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS OVER. BUT I WASN’T DONE. 

When I wrote Juggling with Finesse, it wasn’t just a book—it was proof. Proof that even though my brain had taken a brutal hit, the knowledge, the timing, the pulse of juggling still lived inside me. Words became my new juggling act—each sentence a catch, each page a daring throw into possibility.
   
I learned to:
Write until the air around your words hum.
Write like you’re swinging an axe through fog.
Write like someone’s world might tilt because of your following line.

At the rehab center where I received therapy in 1982, they had a “word processor” (the precursor to the computer). I sat there and poured out every word, every technique, every spark of my juggling soul. Friends pitched in, editing line by line, and together we built something real.

I remembered from high school how to lay out a page with a T-square and a 90° angle. Old-school craftsmanship. I designed every single page by hand—marked where every photo, every drawing, every juggling trick would go. Then came the cover: my smiling face, because why hide behind your own work?

When the first shipment arrived—
All 3,000 of them.
A 275-page dream made real.
Packed full of photos and drawings.
This book made a difference.
My big book, 8.5″ x 11″, was alive.
Crisp. Gleaming. Massive.

I cracked open the box, as if it might hum.
And there it was—my vision—Juggling with Finesse.
No longer a whisper or a maybe,
but a mountain of pages breathing ink and promise.

The paper’s scent rose like nostalgia and adrenaline combined.
The weight in my hands was no longer just a book—
It was a pulse, a portal, a physical echo of belief.
Imagination had crossed the veil.
And I was holding the proof.

But books don’t sell themselves. So, I hustled. I mailed copies to reviewers and magazines, aiming for the stars. One day, Booklist—Yes, the national library review publication—featured it. Suddenly, libraries across America were ordering Juggling with Finesse. That’s when it hit me: I wasn’t just juggling words—I was juggling destiny.

“This thoroughly illustrated guide to the art of
Juggling is certainly well done…” — Booklist.

And I didn’t stop there. Fourteen more books followed: comedy for jugglers, performing tips, advanced tricks, and others—each one a love letter to the art form that shaped my life. I printed them myself, drilled holes in the pages, slid them into binder books, and sent them out into the world. DIY magic.

Now, I’m channeling that same unstoppable spirit into a new series: “Beyond Your Potential.” The first two of five books are done—each one a blueprint for living better, bolder, and more awake. I want this series to soar like Finesse did—only higher.

Because whether it’s juggling,
writing, or life itself…
The trick is the same:
Keep everything in motion.
     
READING REWIRES YOUR WHOLE BEING
✨ Mind • Body • Beyond ✨

MENTAL STRENGTH
Reading isn’t running away—it’s coming home.
Each line steadies the pulse, untangles the mind, and lets in fresh air.
Reduces stress: A good book is a long exhale after a noisy day.
Lifts your mood: Stories whisper, “hope still lives here.”
Expands empathy: You step into another Life—and your heart grows roomier.
Ignites creativity: Words collide, sparks fly, and suddenly—you’re inventing new worlds.
Deepens understanding: Every book adds another wing to your inner mansion.

PHYSICAL BENEFITS
When the mind softens, the body follows.
Every page you turn tells your nervous system, “you’re safe now.”
Lowers blood pressure: Stillness runs deeper than silence.
Improves sleep: Paper coaxes you to drift; screens demand your eyes.
Protects your brain: Reading keeps the gears greased—your lifelong armor against rust.

LIFELONG GROWTH
Curious people never truly age—they just grow wilder roots.
Sharpens focus: Attention is a muscle—books are its gym.
Strengthens language: The more words you hold, the more clearly you can shape reality.
Feed learning: Curiosity doesn’t fade—it multiplies.
Builds confidence: Finishing a book is proof—you can finish anything.

THE TAKEAWAY
Reading is not escape—it’s transformation.
Each page rearranges your chemistry.
Each story rewires your outlook.
Each sentence teaches your breath to trust again.
Each book you read will change you.

READ!
So when your eyes meet the words—
Let them touch you back.
Pause. Breathe them in.
Let the story tilt your world a few degrees toward wonder.
Because every book is a quiet revolution,
and you are the one turning the pages.

 SO—HOW CAN YOU FLIP TODAY FROM ORDINARY TO EXTRAORDINARY?

=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.

A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>

“If a book is well written, I always find it too short.” ―Jane Austen.
“Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.” ―Louisa May Alcott.
“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.” ―Anna Quindlen
“Books are a uniquely portable magic.” ―Stephen King
“A book is a gift you can open again and again.” ―Garrison Keillor
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.” ―Victor Hugo
“I declare, after all, there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!—When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.” ―Jane Austen
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”―Virginia Woolf.
“I can survive well enough on my own—if given the proper reading material.” ―Sarah J. Maas.

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, your glittering messes, your full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
   
10/4–Saturdays here are slow-motion days. No therapy sessions, barely a ripple of activity—just time stretching, daring me to fill it with something of my own making.
   
Across the hall, a man moans and groans endlessly. At first, it’s unsettling, but I’ve come to hear something human in it—an echo of struggle, a reminder that life, even damaged, still insists on being lived. This place can feel like an asylum, yes—but also like a strange sanctuary for persistence.
     
The meals? Surprisingly good. The kitchen crew knows my story—missing lower teeth and all—and makes sure I can still enjoy real food. Today’s lunch was comfort disguised as simplicity: crisp fried chicken, bright vegetables, and a baked potato that somehow tasted like optimism.
   
And now, Forrest Gump flickers to life—an old friend in motion. His voice rolls out, that famous drawl: “Life is like a box of chocolates…” I grin. Yep, Forrest, still right. Even here, even now, you never quite know what flavor’s next. I lean back, tasting the line like caramel on the tongue, realizing—my life’s been one wild, surprising sampler. Some bites are sweet, some a little bitter, all unforgettable.
   
10/5– Rain Again, But Not My Spirit. Rain drums on the roof like an impatient drummer, the lawn outside slick and shining. No juggling there today—the clubs would slip, the grass would bite. And across the hall, the man continues to moan and cry, a sound like ghosts wandering. Some mornings this place feels less like rehab and more like a halfway house for lost minds. But I’m still here, awake, choosing.
     
1 A.M. — Wide Awake
I woke at 1 a.m., eyes open like windows. The world was a sleeping giant; only I was awake, listening. Funny how silence at that hour roars louder than traffic. Nights like this don’t happen often anymore. But when they do, they whisper, “Write. Don’t waste time.”
   
Finding Fire in the Quiet
One bright truth about this brain rehab center is that it gives me time to reflect: time to sharpen my craft, time to write, and time to build this blog. Writing has become my current obsession, the engine that keeps me from drifting.
   
Passion as Your Future.
What’s your lifeline?
Your fire?
Your passion?
Everyone should have something that drags them out of the gray and into the vivid. For me, this blog is it. When I latch onto a passion, I don’t just dabble; I dive in. I go all in. I build, polish, and push until it glows.
     
❤️‍Starting with juggling.
I was able to build the skill into a passion.
Then recovery was my next drive.
Then book writing.
Next was salsa. (see https://www.summerssalsa.com/.)
And now this blog.
     
⚒️Your passions.
To discover your passions, follow the pulse of what makes you come alive.
Start with the small things—the moments that make you lose track of time, the subjects that light up your curiosity, the activities that pull you back again and again.
   
Once you find them, let them consume you in the best way.
Feed them. Chase them. Build your life around them.
Let that spark grow until it becomes a steady, blazing flame that warms every corner of your world.
     
Few people ever truly find what sets their soul on fire.
But you can. You must.
Because when passion takes the wheel,
life stops being something you manage—
And starts being something you dance with.
     
⚡ The Invitation
Just like life, this blog continues to evolve—more vibrant, more nuanced, more daring. I hope you’ll stay with me as it grows. Because this is more than words on a screen; it’s a living experiment in resilience, in art, in refusing to fade.
   
10/6 — A Monday in Motion
The place woke up buzzing before sunrise. By 9 a.m., I was out with the walking group, led by Maryann—half a mile of movement and mischief. I jogged, walked backward, and even turned the stroll into a mini cleanup mission, scooping bits of trash into the bag I’d brought. Motion with purpose—why just walk when you can improve the path?
 
At 9:30, I had my half-hour with Dino. No plan, no exercises, just talk. Maybe not a breakthrough session, but sometimes conversation itself is rehab—a reminder that connection still counts.
   
Then, at 10:00, Terrie took me to Publix for supplies for tomorrow’s grand experiment: Kit’s Lasagna Extravaganza (yes, that’s what I’m calling it). It’s all under OT (occupational therapy), technically—but to me, it’s about reclaiming ordinary life, one delicious layer at a time.
   
Meanwhile, others were tossing beanbags at holes on a board—a game they call “sports.” I’ll pass. There’s a line between play and passivity, and I try to stay on the living side of it. There are better ways for people to advance their minds and lives than throwing beanbags.
     
That spark you’re describing—education fused with passion and play—that’s where real healing and learning live. Systems tend to calcify; repetition becomes ritual instead of rhythm. But what are you picturing? That’s life pulsing back into the work.
     
A therapy lab of sorts:
Weekly Brainstorms: Practitioners exchanging experiments like recipes—one brings movement, another brings art, someone else music or storytelling.
Guest Instigators: Coaches or creatives who drop in just to unsettle the routine, to remind everyone what “possible” feels like.
Recovery as Exploration: Less “fixing” and more “discovering what else I can do with this body, this mind, this moment.”
       
You’re seeing the gap between structure and spark.

Maybe that’s your cue—to become the firestarter inside the system rather than waiting for one to arrive. What’s one experiment you’d introduce tomorrow if no one could say no?
   
Rehab doesn’t have to be babysitting. It can be a renaissance.
Innovation could turn therapy from repetition into revolution.
   
At 2:30, Maryann had me working on balance on the parallel bars. She noticed that I still tilt my head to the left when I stand. It’s a small thing—but every tilt corrected is a piece of my compass realigned. Step by step, layer by layer—like lasagna—this life rebuilds itself. My balance was horrendous; I was surprised.
           
10/7—Woke early again, the quiet hour when the world hasn’t decided what mood it’s in yet. I reached straight for the keyboard—well, write away—and dove into the blog. That rhythm of editing, reshaping, sharpening—it’s like polishing a mirror until the truth shines through. Good writing is just rewriting until the heart beats louder on the page.
 
This discovery — ChatGPT — has become my favorite co-conspirator in the creation process. It nudges, refines, challenges—and I love the spark it adds. Feels like finding a new color in my palette.
   
This morning, the halls are still, eerily so. 6:45 a.m. and not a sound. It’s strange, like I’m the last human in a paused world. Maybe that’s the secret gift of quiet—it makes your own pulse sound like music.
   
Later, the dentist. Lower denture fitting today is a temporary bridge to a more permanent solution. Bright white teeth? Tempting, but no—I want something that smiles like life, not porcelain. I’ll choose warmth over flash any day.
   
The walk is short — just a few blocks — but they still say I can’t go alone. I’ve trekked across continents on two strong legs, crossing deserts, cities, and oceans alone on my two feet. But here, a few blocks require permission. Freedom feels smaller these days, but my will hasn’t shrunk an inch. That will change. It must.
   
Then came a message from Julia. My heart lifted. We keep weaving our story across miles—her words, my pulse. I love this woman, deeply, fiercely, with that quiet certainty that doesn’t ask for proof.
     
Therapy today involves making lasagna with Terrie from OT. Fine—I’ll stir and simmer—but my hunger is for more: more movement, more sweat, more challenge. I want to rebuild not just muscles but momentum. Cooking lessons won’t do that.
     
So, who holds the key to more? And maybe—just maybe—it’s me.

10/8—By 8:32, I was already wide awake and buzzing, ready to make something happen. I’d been up since 4 a.m.—the world still dark, quiet, mine to think and plan in.
 
At 9:00 a.m., therapy was scheduled to begin. Keyword: supposed. We kicked off at 9:22 instead. Maura led us through word-guessing games—easy stuff for me. Then came Uno. A card game dressed up as therapy. Felt more like a coffee break with cards than brain training.
   
Later, a session with Lilly—now that woke me up. She asked me to recall what I did yesterday … and my mind went blank. Nothing. Gone. Reading my own notes to remember what I’d already written—now that hit hard. Memory, my old friend, had wandered off. It’s remarkable to realize how much of who we are is tied to what we can remember.
   
And yet—memory is being used to fence me in. They say it’s why I can’t go out alone. I, who once roamed continents with only a backpack and a grin. To be told to stay put? That doesn’t sit right. Freedom has always been my oxygen.
     
In the afternoon, Maryann and I crossed over to the park for club juggling practice. I’ll be honest—”dismal” fits. My hands remembered pieces, but not the whole dance like an old song half-forgotten. Still, each throw was a small rebellion: a reminder that the rhythm is still in there somewhere, waiting.
   
Then came the curveball—no PT this afternoon. No explanation, just poof. Perhaps someone canceled, or maybe the universe hit pause. Either way, I’m not here to coast. I came to grow sharper, stronger, freer.
   
Today is my sister Kath’s (aka, Willow) birthday, and so I gave her a call. She will be going on a trip to Mexico City; she is excited about this. She’s doing this through a travel bureau, her first of this sort. The plans sound fantastic.  Thank you again, Kath, for your past help.
   
Tomorrow? New day. I’ll show up again—maybe not remembering everything, but remembering why.
       
10/9—As you know, I’ve been teaming up with ChatGPT lately.
It smooths out my words before I send them flying into the world.
   
Last night, lightning struck—a spark, clean and mischievous:
“Write a three-line poem about juggling.”
The muse didn’t hesitate. She tossed back—
     
“Three balls in the air, and the world slows down,
Gravity grins, a sly co-conspirator,
I dance with chaos—and call it control.”
   
Not bad, huh?
A wink from the universe.
   
I was up by 4 a.m.—that hush-hour when the world exhales, when dreams dissolve and ideas come stretching, barefoot and curious. The halls are silent, reverent even. Everyone’s doors are shut tight. Mine? Wide open. Always. Just in case a bit of life—or you—comes wandering through.
   
Only two therapies today.
Makes me question, sometimes, why I’m still here.
   
9 to 10 with Lilly, Speech Therapy. She asked again what I’d done yesterday. And again, my mind reached and found only mist. Memory—my old juggling partner—dropping clubs I didn’t know I’d thrown.
   
But then, at 11, the garden called.
Hands deep in soil, sun spilling across my shoulders, worms doing their quiet work—ah, that’s the real therapy. The kind that roots you back into being alive.
   
Nothing planned after that.
So I didn’t plan.
And that’s the point. Some days, stillness is rebellion.
Some days, not doing is its own form of doing.
And on those days, even chaos needs to rest its hands.
       
10/10 — The world wakes before dawn for me.
At 3:33 a.m., I was already alive to the quiet—
that rare hour when even the air holds its breath,
waiting to see what you’ll do with it.
   
By 9:00, I was in the garden with Terrie, the sun stretching awake with us.
She clutched the plant directions like a sacred text: “Twelve inches apart.”
I grinned. I’ve grown hundreds of successful tomato plants—rebellious, radiant things—
And none of them ever asked a packet for permission.
I trust dirt more than directions. Eight inches, twelve—life will find its own math.
   
Later, I learned the day’s “lesson” was about following directions.
Therapy, they call it.
But if you already know how to do something.
Why obey a smaller version of wisdom?
Why kneel to a rule that never met your experience?
   
Too many here worship the manual.
Therapists—kind hearts, tight collars—cling to the safety of procedure.
But healing doesn’t bloom in compliance; it blooms in curiosity.
I’ve dropped hints, planted ideas, turned the soil for something wilder.
The ground is willing. The gardeners, not yet.
     
My therapy lineup today was simple:
Terrie at nine among roots and laughter,
then Lilly at 11:30 for speech.
By noon, I left her room wearing a scolding like a medal.
   
She wants me to write with sharper details, to name the moments.
I’d love to—but memory, that slippery friend,
just smiles and ducks out the back door.
Still, she means well.
And she’s right in her way.
I’ll bend toward her lesson—but never fold flat.
     
Lilly, you want more words.
Sometimes silence is the sentence.
And what haunts me most—
There’s so much potential here,
people who could change lives if they’d only
dare to color outside the lines.

 The Garden of Becoming
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8—Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own earth isn’t just food—it’s triumph wrapped in crunch. A declaration that patience, soil, and a little faith can produce flavors no store can sell. Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil perfuming your hands, strawberries gleaming like rubies beneath their crowns—miracles disguised as everyday bites.
   
And the enchantment doesn’t end outside. Indoors, life sneaks into any crack of light it can find. Herbs on the sill glow like emerald lanterns. Mason jars turn into miniature jungles. A stray pot of mint dares you to taste the freshness in your water glass seconds after plucking. Growth improvises, adapts, insists.
   
A salad bar sprouting within arm’s reach of your sink.
A curtain of green where once was bare glass.
And tiny jungles humming in corners of your home.
   
Growth never truly stops—it just shifts form. Begin with a pot, a box, a borrowed square of dirt. Watch what happens, not only to the soil, but to you as well. Because in caring for life, you’ll find your own edges softened, your clock slowed, your days reminded of this truth:
Life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

My Next Chapters

I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.
     
What’s your next spark?
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do this week that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
Select a book to read and immerse yourself in it.
Let the book take over your mind.
Remember — FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS
       
Next week >> BLOG 346–See all on the Beauty Around You!

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

✨ KITTING AROUND ✨
BLOG 344–Every Day, Pretend it is Your Last Day Alive
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!

I write, create, and share so that we can pause together, look at LIFE differently, and grow taller on the inside. My mission? To demonstrate that living differently and living better is not only possible—it’s essential.
     
My Story in a Nutshell (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, still loving, still lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

✨Lessons From the Road ✨
The past?
It’s a wise old guide.
Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered on the wind.
   
The future?
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it.
Shape it — Claim it.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
   
And the present?
Ah, this is your playground >>
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.

The Stuff that Turns “Just Surviving” into Thriving.
“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨ Life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, too quirky, too electric to keep to myself! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that just won’t quit.
   
PROOF!
✨Every change I walk through is proof: I can adapt, I can rise, I can keep shaping life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they’re upgrades, invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. You can do the same!
   

I’VE MET CHANGE TOO MANY TIMES.
CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
MAKE ANY CHANGES YOU CAN TO MAKE YOUR LIFE BETTER!

       
THE BEAM
Change boldly. Aim for magnificence.
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
You don’t get a rerun of this life—so advance, evolve, reinvent.
I’m not some drill sergeant barking at you—I’m the flashlight buddy.
   
THE MAP?
Forget the stiff, folded kind.
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >> 

✨ Here’s your cue:
✨ Say yes to the encore.
✨ Step out. Make it blaze!
✨ Let your story sparkle louder.
✨ Your Life is waiting for its next showstopping twist.
✨Make your next chapter a firework that refuses to fizzle.

BLOG 344–Every Day, Pretend it is Your Last Day Alive!
“Every Sunrise, Treat It Like Your Grand Finale — and Go Out in Fireworks.”
   
Live With Fierce Intention
Every dawn, stare down your day and ask: If these were my final hours, would I dare waste them? Don’t shuffle through—choose boldly. Live like the clock is roaring in your ear, demanding you act. Remember that the clock never stops. 

Prioritize Your People
Don’t just recognize who matters—show them. Speak the words you’ve swallowed. Pour gratitude like gasoline and watch your bonds ignite into something unforgettable. Tomorrow isn’t promised, but right now is burning hot in your hands. Move forward with this heat. 

Don’t Trip Over Pebbles
If you live each day as if it were your last, you won’t get tangled in petty drama or waste energy on bruised egos. Life’s too short to trip over small pebbles when there are mountains to climb. When the clock feels finite, you laser in on what actually matters. That’s the real heart of the saying.

What It Really Means
Living each day as if it were your last doesn’t call for recklessness—it’s a call to aliveness. Prioritize your tasks and your people. Chase the passions that set your chest on fire. Savor the ridiculous miracle of being alive in the first place. Find the drive in you and push it! 

⚡ How to Live It Boldly
Say the words you’ve been holding back—gratitude, love, forgiveness, wild dreams.
Take risks that scare you a little. Fear is a compass, not a cage.
Laugh harder. Dance bigger. Create louder.

The Encore Mindset
Be honest—with yourself, with others. Give your best effort as if the curtain’s about to fall. Then bow out knowing you didn’t leave the stage half-sung. Every sunrise is your standing ovation. Step into it. You only have a limited number of sunrises — START NOW!
   
️ Push Yourself
Instead of just getting through the day, play with it. Crank your morning like it’s a festival opener. Test your courage with a silly dare. Turn a trip to the store into a juggling act, a sidewalk into a stage, or dinner into an experiment gone gloriously right. Play in life!

Clay?
Every moment is raw clay—soft, waiting for fingerprints.
Shape it. Smash it. Start again.
Play with your clay.
The only wrong move is not touching it at all.
     
Joy Spreads Fast.
Your laughter ricochets.
Your courage sparks others.
Your glitter makes the whole room shine brighter.   

️ SO—HOW CAN YOU FLIP TODAY FROM ORDINARY TO EXTRAORDINARY?

=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.
           
A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>
     
Steve Jobs: “If you live each day as if it were your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right. Every morning I look in the mirror and ask myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?'”
   
Ray Charles  —  “Live each day like it’s your last, ’cause one day you’re gonna be right”

Oprah Winfrey — “Living in the moment means letting go of the past and not waiting for the future. It means living your life consciously, aware that each moment you breathe is a gift”.
   
Marcus Aurelius — “Do every act of your life as if it were your last”
   
Elton John.—”Live for each second without hesitation”
     
Mae West—”You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough”
   
Randy Pausch  —  “I am going to keep having fun every day I have left, because there is no other way of life. You just have to decide whether you are a Tigger or an Eeyore”.
   
Marcus Aurelius  —  “Do every act of your life as if it were your last”.
   
Seneca  —  “Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life”.
He also wrote, “The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today.

And,  “Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life”
And, “The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today.”
   
Eleanor Roosevelt– “The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
     
Jennifer Burger – “Life needs to be experienced fully, not only in its sweetest, easiest moments. This is what mindfulness is all about—being here and now, with pure awareness of our experiences.”
   
Leo Babauta – “Be a curator of your life. Slowly cut things out until you’re left only with what you love, with what’s necessary, with what makes you happy.”
   
Maya Angelou –”If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.” 

STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen.
⚡ Spill joy like it’s confetti.
‍♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
☔ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, your glittering messes, your full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
   
9/27 — I just went out to do some club juggling and running. Neither did very well.
A few months ago, I performed significantly better than I do now.
I will have to find more stuff to help with my asthma.
Give up juggling and running?
That would be hard.
Makes me sad.
   
I’m also trying to learn investing through my new friend, Julia. I did terribly at that, too. This is a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I am really down on myself. Currently, I am not enjoying life much at all.
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9/28 —Today I stepped outside again with my clubs, ready to juggle and run. It wasn’t my finest day. A few months back, I was flying — Juggling was going better. My lungs, hmm, tug at me now, my body whispers limits. Asthma is a tricky dance partner. But I’m not done learning the steps.
         
A quirk of mine: whenever I write about juggling, I always pair the number with the prop. Three clubs is 3 clubs. 15 balls. Not “fifteen balls,” but 15 balls. A little precision in the poetry. Numbers matter. They dance too. (Will you be the first to juggle 15 balls?)
     
Giving up juggling and running?
That’s not a door I’m eager to close.
These aren’t just hobbies; they’re part of my heartbeat.
   
Meanwhile, Julia — my bright new guide into the world of investing — is teaching me lessons of numbers and patience. My first tries have been clumsy. I’ve stumbled. But I’m still in the room, still learning. I have yet to tell her I have no interest in screenshots or investing right now.
 
When we are together, the idea will take hold of me, bringing success in investing.
I want to do what pleases her, but it must also please me.
Currently, I am taking care of myself and trying to maximize the benefits of where I am now >>
https://www.brainline.org/resource/neurorestorative-florida-avalon-park.
   
I’ll be honest: Life doesn’t feel like fireworks right now. But this may be the in-between moment before the next burst—the lull before the lift-off. I’m writing it down here, not to complain but to remind myself: every dip, every misstep, is part of the story worth telling. And the story isn’t over.    
   
Juggling invited me to go outside and throw things around, but the rain said no.
Nice, sunny Florida?
I say no, it is not.
The rain has been falling often since I moved here.
   
9/29—Adventures in Trash, Therapy, and Clubs ‍♂️✨
Most nights, I haul my trash can into the bedroom like it’s a VIP guest. Why? To save a bag, of course. Waste drives me nuts—especially when there’s hardly anything in the trash bag. But last night? I forgot. Gasp! A lonely bag sacrificed itself to the trash gods. Not cool. Resources matter, even in the tiny things.
 
Last week was lighter in terms of therapy sessions.
Which means less driving but more time to dedicate to this blog.
Silver lining? Yes.
   
And then there’s Julia. Our messages are growing like vines—green, reaching, alive. There’s an affection budding between us, strong but uncertain, full of mystery and maybe’s. I want to be with her, oh yes. But first? I’m still in the rehab hospital, piecing myself back together, one session at a time.
   
OT with Terrie
She put me on the “hunt-and-peek” board—a giant 4’x5′ screen of flashing dark dots. You get seconds to spot and tap them. I compared this before to Wake-a-Mole. I’m not exactly a fan. Terrie knows this. I endure it anyway.
   
Speech with Dino
Then Dino shows up, walking me back to my room like a wingman with stories. He thinks I should republish Juggling with Finesse. Imagine—sales soaring again! Over 25,000 copies already out there, hands juggling, hearts inspired. Maybe it’s time for round two.
   
PT with Maryann
The clock ticked toward 2 pm. With Maryann, I tried some club juggling. It was … well … not a pretty sight. 3 clubs became chaotic. My past self could juggle 7 clubs with finesse. Now? I’m stunned by how clumsy I’ve become. But hey—that shock means the spark is still alive. Improvement is possible.
   
She suggested we go to my room so I could show her my new exercises. She made some good suggestions that I will be implementing. Then we went outside for a walk. A wise lady she is, I’ve gained much from her.
   
9/30—Because I am taking a drug to help me sleep, it worked, awakening about 4 am, that’s a long sleep for me. Right away, I came to work on this blog, moving things and editing, and perhaps removing something because it wasn’t the perfect message.
   
I am not paid to write my blog; I do it for you and for me. Getting these words together is a tremendous help in my life. While I enjoy writing, I work on this blog to make it perfect each time, as well as to ensure that each post is unique. Have you noticed?
 
You can never say that you are bored and have nothing to do. Start your own blog today. Have you thought about starting yours? I am here to help; let me know. Boredom should not be part of your vocabulary. Go out and clean something if you have nothing to do.
   
The doors on the apartments are set up to close automatically. I dislike being behind a closed door, so I bought a stopper to prevent the door from closing. There is also Marlene, who comes to clean the place about once a week. However, I do keep my place very tidy, so there isn’t much cleaning to do here.
 
10:30–Every week, a group goes out for a walk in the area, usually covering about a half-mile. Today, it was only John and me with Maryann. From the past, I learned that I should have a bag with me to pick up any rubbish I see. We could do something while we are out on our tour.
       
At 11 am, there is a group called the Yoga Group. It is basically stretching, which I do in my room on my padded rug. So I don’t attend this group. I do enjoy connecting with people, but I also have other groups to attend. However, this group is not my cup of tea (green tea, I drink two huge cups a day).
   
So, the only therapy group today will be Dino and speech at 1:30. I’m unsure who to contact about setting up additional therapy sessions, but it needs to be done. As I’ve written, I want to get as much out of this place as I can.
   
A strange feeling has come over me; I have no interest in juggling. This skill has been such a massive part of my life throughout, but right now, I don’t care. My current focus is on writing this blog and striving for excellence with my words. Does it show?
   
I’ve just realized that there is so much more to life than just juggling. That I can no longer juggle has been heartbreaking. The absence of laughter from audiences, the skill that I miss so much, is the main thing I’ve known in my life. All fading away from my body and my mind.
   
What’s next for Kit? The thought deadens me. I have at least 40 more years in front of me. Where will I go, what will I become? I plan to live beyond the age of 100. Who will join me on this epic journey of aging? For the future, I look forward to welcoming Julia into my life, as she brings me joy.
 
I am dropping into a void that no audience’s laughter or applause could ever fill. I am finding it lonely here, still hoping Julia will fill that void. Am I a pale shadow of what I once was? My resilience is still there, look for it (as I will.)
   
10/1—Julia often asks if I slept well. I have to say, last night I did not. I awoke about 1 am thinking about her, and could not get back to sleep.
     
Today, we headed to https://cleantheworld.org/. Only a couple of us today. We counted the soap and put it in a box. A little boring, but it was only for a couple of hours. We volunteer to do this; it’s a good thing this company does. Take a look at their website.
   
After we were taken to a nice restaurant for lunch, I had a tasty chicken taco, which was hard to eat without my lower teeth. And, I have a problem with my esophagus that occurred at the restaurant. At times, food gets caught in my throat, and I have to gag to try to get it out. That is why I went into the bathroom.
   
I have surgery next month to help with this. They will put me under (under what?), and then a tube is inserted into my throat and inflated to expand my esophagus. Next, hopefully, the throat holds that position. I’ve had the surgery two other times, but it came back again.
 
10/2 — Turning Small Moments Into Big Wins
This morning, Jim from maintenance installed a new shower head I ordered. A small change, yes—but life is built on these upgrades. Every improvement, no matter how minor, is a testament to our drive to live better. Tomorrow, that first shower will be more than water—it’ll be renewal, a reminder that progress can be as simple as twisting on something new.
   
Therapy took a creative turn. I led my group of four in juggling techniques. Some balanced a peacock feather, others tossed scarves into the air. Play is actually training the brain, developing skills such as hand-eye coordination, focus, rhythm, and persistence. Studies show juggling strengthens neural connections, improves concentration, and even builds resilience. It’s not just circus tricks—it’s life skills in motion.
   
At 11am, it was BINGO time. Easy to dismiss, but here’s the truth: activities like this sharpen memory, boost social connection, and give people structure. That sense of community matters more than the game itself. I stayed—not for the prizes, but to be present. Sometimes the win isn’t in what you get, but in simply showing up.
   
From 1:00–2:00, Maura guided me through OT with a grocery ad newspaper search. But, talk about boring, boy. On the surface, dull. But dig deeper: scanning for items strengthens visual pathways, organizing information builds mental clarity, and finishing the task proves endurance. Rehabilitation is rarely glamorous, but the brain grows through repetition. Just as planting seeds yields a harvest later, so too does it.
   
Good Afternoon
The afternoon gave me time with my best tool—my mind. Research, learning, and writing for this blog filled the hours until dinner. Each day I refine these words, making them stronger, more transparent, more valuable. Growth isn’t just physical—it’s intellectual, emotional, and creative.
 
I just watched a story about someone placed in a nursing home, stripped of choice, their independence fading into the walls. Too often, older people enter because they seem to have no other option. And once inside, it can feel as if they’ve vanished—out of sight, out of mind. That truth aches. Death comes.
   
But here’s the flip: it’s also a call to live with fire now. To keep deciding, choosing, shaping life while you can. To stretch every day into color. Age doesn’t have to mean disappearance—it can mean defiance, reinvention, late-stage brilliance. Be with me and live beyond the age of 100!
   
Grow gardens instead of shrinking rooms.
Learn something wild at seventy that you never dared at thirty.
Stay loud, playful, curious—make vanishing impossible.
     
Where I am now is sort of like a nursing home—yikes! But let me be clear: no one will ever take control of my decisions. Life may offer the option of fading, but I refuse to disappear. I will keep writing this blog to stay visible, to keep you inspired, to live with sparkle, stubborn joy, and the kind of presence that refuses to be erased. And beyond all this, I’m looking forward to starting my new life with Julia.
   
Yikes! I just ate dinner and, earlier, I wrote about my throat problem. Dinner did not go well.
   
10/3 — Bright Spots in a Confined Space
   
Last night, I actually slept well—right up until 4 a.m.—and that’s a small victory I’ll take. Good sleep is fuel, and I woke up with some spark in my step.
   
By 9:00 a.m., I was with Terrie again. We reviewed what I’d worked on yesterday with Maura. She pointed out areas where my focus and visual scanning could still sharpen. That’s not defeat; that’s a roadmap. Terrie isn’t just naming deficits—she’s handing me keys to unlock the next level. My task now? Make these things matter enough to me that I do the work.
   
And yes, I’m still plotting how to break free from this place and move on with my life. But first? Lasagna. Because sometimes freedom looks like a forkful of bubbling, cheesy joy.
   
Today, Terrie and I found a lasagna recipe that made us both hungry. She had me write it out and list all the ingredients—no “it” allowed, full detail. Later, we’ll go shopping together for the supplies. Cooking isn’t just food; it’s therapy disguised as flavor.
 
Since my accident in 1982, I’ve learned how to navigate walls, setbacks, and naysayers. People are often surprised at how well I’ve done, but I’m not—I know stubborn joy is my superpower. Like everyone, I have things to work on, but I’ve always found a way to overcome them.
   
Here at NR, I’m not allowed to cross the street to the lovely park to juggle or run; someone is always with me. It’s reminiscent of the month I once spent behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. But even in tight spaces, I’ve learned how to stretch my spirit.
   
Three meals a day, a bed to sleep in, no costs—it’s not freedom, but it’s a base camp. My computer is my lifeline. Through it, I reach the world and you, my readers. Freedom—I’ve tasted it, and I’ll taste it again.
   
This morning, two therapists and seven patients gathered for an 11:00 speech/OT session. We were told to write thank-you cards. I can see how that helps some people here. For me, it was another chance to work on my blog—my thank-you to the world.
   
Today was just an hour and a half of therapy. I’m hoping for more. Being here is helping me, even if I don’t always show it. This is a trade: some freedom now for more strength later. That’s an investment in my future self, and I’m all in.
     
10/3—A good sleep until about 4 am, I feel good about that.
Starting at 9:00 a.m. with Terrie, we reviewed what I had done the previous day with Maura. Terrie pointed out things I still need to work on. I still have deficits in my focus and visual scanning.
     
Terrie is identifying deficits I should address before I enter the world. It is mainly a matter of my making things important enough to deal with. Now I just have to figure out how to break free from this place and move on with my life. However, I do want to stay for the lasagna.
   
Today, Terrie and I found a recipe for a lasagna that looks good. She had me write out the recipe and list the necessary items. Later, we will go to the store and purchase items to make it (I’ve always told people not to use the word “it”, because you can always go into detail and explain better without “it”). So, sorry I didn’t.
   
I have to write, since my accident in 1982, I’ve gotten along fine. I did have some problems, as most people do, but I always found a way around them. People, in my past, were surprised at how well I did. Yes, like most people, I do have some things I need to work on.
   
While here at NR, I am not even permitted to go across the street to the lovely park to juggle or run; someone is always with me. I’ve written before about this being similar to my experience in jail; perhaps you now understand why. Yes, I had to spend a month behind bars for a false crime.
   
Yes, I get three meals a day, somewhere to lay my head, and have no costs, but is it worth it? Having my computer is my lifeline; I’m grateful to have it. This allows me to be exposed to the world through the internet, and I can also share this blog with you. Freedom–I’ve tasted it before.
     
Two therapists and seven patients participated. I. I just returned from an 11:00 session in speech–ot. People were told to write a thank-you card to someone. I see how this can be beneficial for some people here, but me? I worked on my blog while I was there.
   
Today I only had one and a half hours of therapy. We can increase that. I may not always show it, but I think that being here is beneficial for me. So, it’s a matter of sacrificing my freedom to be here. I am all for it, but I long for more help.

 The Garden of Becoming  
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
   
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8—Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
     
Pulling a carrot from your own earth isn’t just food—it’s triumph wrapped in crunch. A declaration that patience, soil, and a little faith can produce flavors no store can sell. Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil perfuming your hands, strawberries gleaming like rubies beneath their crowns—miracles disguised as everyday bites.
   
And the enchantment doesn’t end outside. Indoors, life sneaks into any crack of light it can find. Herbs on the sill glow like emerald lanterns. Mason jars turn into miniature jungles. A stray pot of mint dares you to taste the freshness in your water glass seconds after plucking. Growth improvises, adapts, insists.
   
A salad bar sprouting within arm’s reach of your sink.
A curtain of green where once was bare glass.
And tiny jungles humming in corners of your home.
   
Growth never truly stops—it just shifts form. Begin with a pot, a box, a borrowed square of dirt. Watch what happens, not only to the soil, but to you as well. Because in caring for life, you’ll find your own edges softened, your clock slowed, your days reminded of this truth:
Life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.

My Next Chapters

I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.
     
What’s your next spark?
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do this week that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK:
See your life differently.
You only have a short time on earth.
Make the world a better place with what you have done.
       
Next week >> BLOG 345–Do You Read or Just Look at Words?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

✨ KITTING AROUND ✨
BLOG 343 – Be Curious Enough to Ask Questions
“Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.”
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!

• The past is your teacher.
  Learn, then step forward.
  Plan your future, which will become your past.
  You are always living in the past.
      
• The future is like a mischievous child, always surprising you when you least expect it. It’s not something to fear, but to embrace and make your own.
  You can make it yours.
  It shows up whether you’re ready or not.
  (So … be ready)
        
• The present?
  That’s your playground.
  Add glitter and laughter.
  Make it sparkle.
      
• Each day is a new stage.
  Shine a little brighter than yesterday.
  This is your stage, do what you want.
  You can be a new person on every stage.
       
• Lift others while lifting yourself.
  You can’t get there alone.
  The more you help others, the more it helps you.
  That’s the kind of ripple the world needs.

This is the stuff that turns “just surviving” into thriving.

Why I write this blog >>
OB
I just got this video link. I am a few minutes in, juggling lighted torches.
This is the town where I grew up, located in San Diego.
Ocean Beach (OB) — I lived up the hill on Newport Street.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4uWRcVxYHQ

WHY DO I WRITE THIS BLOG?
✨ I write this blog because Life is a dazzling, untamed kaleidoscope—too vibrant, too quirky, too electric to keep to myself! Writing this blog is like flinging a galaxy of glitter into the universe! Each post is a burst of ideas, stories, and hard-won wisdom, sparkling like confetti from epic adventures, glorious fumbles, and that stubborn spark that just won’t quit.

“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader

Ignite dreams with a technicolor glow,
Weave hearts across the wild unknown,
✨ Scatter joy like starlight on a summer night,
Remind us we’re all fearless voyagers in this glorious chaos!
   
CHANGES, I’VE BEEN THROUGH MANY.
Lately, I’ve even chosen a few more myself.
I said goodbye to all my lower teeth, not as a loss.
But as we clear space for a stronger, healthier future.
   
NEXT, MY THROAT?
Next month, I will have surgery on my esophagus.
But, not just a procedure, but an act of courage.
It’s a step toward more ease and freedom in my body.
   
PROOF!
Every change I walk through is proof: I can adapt, I can rise, I can keep shaping Life into something brighter. These shifts aren’t setbacks—they’re upgrades, invitations to keep growing, to keep building a body and spirit that can carry me farther. 

CHANGE DOESN’T SCARE ME ANYMORE.
I’VE MET IT TOO MANY TIMES.
AND EVERY SINGLE TIME, I COME OUT STRONGER!
MAKE ANY CHANGES YOU CAN TO MAKE A BETTER LIFE! 

Make necessary changes for yourself that will make your Life better—aim for magnificence! You only have this one Life to live; make changes for advancement as often as you can. And don’t be scared of any changes, they will help you.
   
I’m letting you know why I decided to have all my lower teeth extracted. A few were missing, and I did not like that. Rather than small patches, hoping to get my great smile back, I went all out and just said, ‘Remove them all.’
   
I’m not here with a stiff, know-it-all map shouting, “Go there!” I’m your buddy with the twinkling flashlight, casting a warm, golden beam just bright enough to reveal the magic already dancing at your feet. Your map?
     
The picture is a vibrant, ever-evolving canvas—ready for you to splash with wild dreams, daring doodles, and fearless scribbles. Rip it up, reimagine it, make it yours. These years? They’re not a slow fade to some quiet finale. You have time! Make changes to advance yourself as much as you can.
     
They’re champagne-bubble-popping chapters in a book begging for dog-eared pages, belly laughs, and audacious adventures. You weren’t born for a small, safe script—you’re wired for fireworks, delicious detours that turn into destiny, and encore moments that steal the show without a rehearsal.
   
And then—whoosh—Life tosses in a plot twist! My lower teeth pulled a dramatic vanishing act, all at once. Talk about a cheeky curveball! But Life’s got that sassy streak: one minute it’s whispering secrets in the moonlight, the next it’s smacking you with a surprise (yes, right in the face). Soon, I’ll have a shiny new set of chompers bolted to my jaw, and my megawatt smile will be back, brighter than ever!
   
And, I want you to have no fears. The headline never wavers: evolve, laugh so loud it echoes, and keep twirling to the wild, untamed beat of the unexpected. These surprise moments? They’re the glitter bombs that make Life pop with delight.
   
Every post I write is a sparkler lighting up a brand-new adventure, and I want you to feel that electric buzz too! Life’s never “done”—it’s a thrilling, open-ended saga, always poised for its next bold, breathtaking twist. Let that truth fuel your fire to keep charging forward, chasing the next dazzling chapter.
   
Your Life?
It’s waiting for its next showstopping twist.
Make it sparkle!

BLOG 343 – Be Curious Enough to Ask Questions
   
WHERE’S KIT GOING?
I’ve never been much for the straight road. Why would I? The bends are where the color hides. The side streets are where the stories live. The secret? Curiosity. Ask the wild questions, stay humble, and let wonder lead.
   
JUGGLING?
From juggling and unicycling, to pole vaulting, to van-life wanderlust, to salsa nights that stretched until sunrise—my journey’s been more carnival ride than sidewalk stroll. Each twist opened another door, each leap lit up a new question.
 
ASK AWAY
Curiosity isn’t passive—it’s a muscle. Flex it with “why?” questions. Stretch it by opening your mind to ideas that rattle your frame. That’s how growth sneaks in. That’s how connections deepen. That’s how brand-new solutions sparkle into existence.
 
WHAT TO ASK
Here’s the secret: if you don’t ask, you’ll never know where you stand—or how high you could soar. Curiosity isn’t just a compass—it’s rocket fuel. Adventure is the map, glittering with hidden detours. And the ride itself? That’s the treasure chest, rattling with surprises.
   
BE BOLD!
Every bold question you toss into the world is like tossing a key into the air—one of them is bound to unlock exactly what you’ve been looking for. Ask bravely. Ask often. That’s how doors swing open, paths light up, and dreams stop being “someday” and start being “right now.”
   
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
Curiosity isn’t passive—it’s a muscle. Flex it with “why?” questions. Stretch it by opening your mind to ideas that rattle your frame. That’s how growth sneaks in. That’s how connections deepen. That’s how brand-new solutions sparkle into existence.
   
WHAT TO ASK
Not knowing isn’t weakness—it’s a doorway. Every question cracks open another window. Humility says, “I don’t have it all figured out.” Curiosity replies, “Perfect—let’s explore.” Not knowing isn’t a Weakness—it’s a doorway. Every question cracks open another window. Humility says, “I don’t have it all figured out.” Curiosity replies, “Perfect—let’s explore.”
   
SO–WHERE’S KIT GOING?
Everywhere are curiosity points. And maybe, just maybe, you’re coming too? Before you step into the room, imagine the conversation as a stage: sparks ready to fly, ideas waiting in the wings. Anticipate the shadows—issues or doubts that might arise—and step forward prepared to illuminate them.‍♂️
     
YOU WIN!
The answers are out there—glimmering just beyond the fog. But you won’t stumble onto them by tossing out lazy yes-or-no questions. No way. You’ve got to dig. Aim sharper. Ask the kind of questions that cut clean through confusion, carving out the truth until clarity practically sparkles.
   
THE LIFE YOU CHOOSE
When you dare to reach deeper, life stops being something that just happens to you. It becomes the life you choose—the one you design with your own curiosity as the chisel. Want me to push this even further into high-energy “adventure call” territory, or keep it in this crisp, powerful lane?
   
QUESTIONS?
And then—open the gates. Ask questions not to pin down a single answer, but to fling the doors wide. Questions that expand, invite, provoke. Questions that turn silence into discovery and turn meetings into movement. Because the right open-ended question isn’t just curiosity—it’s a match. Striking. Igniting. Transforming the whole room.
   
REMEMBER EACH OF THESE >>
Focus on your strengths.
Embrace failure.
Make Life more inspirational, fun, and playful.
Visualise your future self.
Let go of limiting beliefs.
Know your purpose.
Do not compromise on your dreams.
Develop a growth mindset.
Don’t have expectations.
Surround yourself with the right people.
Don’t take yourself too seriously.
Help others.
Practice gratitude every day.
Have self-compassion.
Stay positive.
Prioritize what matters to you — not others.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
       
1–Define Your Vision and Values. Know your purpose: Reflect on what truly gives your Life meaning and purpose. Clarify your vision: Imagine what the best version of yourself looks and feels like, focusing on happiness, purpose, and how you want to act daily. Identify your values: Understand your essential “you-ness,” including your passions and interests, to guide your choices.
     
2–Set Goals and Take Action. Create a detailed plan: Write down actionable steps to move toward your goals and dreams. Start with small habits: Implement small, consistent daily habits that align with your future self, like exercising or waking up earlier. Track your progress: Monitor your progress and adjust your plan ruthlessly to ensure you’re making steady progress.
   
3–Cultivate Your Mindset. Practice self-compassion: Be kind to yourself, recognizing that progress involves ups and downs. Challenge negative self-talk: Actively replace negative thoughts with empowering and positive affirmations. Embrace learning and growth: stay curious, learn something new every day, and view mistakes as opportunities to learn and improve.
   
4–Prioritize Self-Care and Well-being. Focus on health: Make self-care a priority by incorporating healthy eating, regular physical activity, and sufficient sleep. Engage in enjoyable activities: Do things that bring you happiness and joy to recharge and maintain motivation. Simplify your Life: Reduce unnecessary pressure and clutter to improve focus and efficiency.
 
5–Stay Focused and Authentic. Focus on yourself: Stop comparing yourself to others and recognize everyone is on a unique path. Be authentic: Find your own approach to Life and think for yourself. Be grateful: Appreciate the things you often take for granted.

Words That Spark

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.
     
Think of it as art in progress. Wrinkles become brushstrokes, memories become a secret treasure chest, and gratitude becomes the golden frame around it all. And the best twist? You never actually “age out” of learning, chasing, or reinventing. You’re always one spark away from your next plot twist.
     
A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>
   
1. “Curiosity and creativity are intelligence having fun. – Albert Einstein
     
2. “I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
   
3. “It took me losing everything to realize the true importance of curiosity. I had to reset my mind, body, and soul and start fresh.” – Leonard Kim
     
4. “I am engaged; therefore, I am curious.” – Anonymous
     
5. “Curiosity is the engine of achievement.” – Sir Ken Robinson
   
6. “Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious…and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” – Walt Disney
     
7. “Position yourself with something that captures your curiosity, something that you’re a missionary about.” – Jeff Bezos
     
8. “Study hard what interests you the most in the most undisciplined, irreverent, and original manner possible.” – Richard Feynman
     
9. “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of the eternity of Life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.” – Albert Einstein
     
10. “If necessity is the mother of invention, then curiosity is its father.” – Rupal Bhadu
     
Stick these quotes on your fridge.
Whisper them to yourself before bed.
Pass them along to someone who needs them.
Remember, words are vitamins for the soul.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can quickly turn things around.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
     
9/2o — Nothing to write about today. I need to find more activities to do on weekends when there are fewer people around.
       
9/21–Where I stay is quiet. As I look out the window, I see a large park area, and beyond it lies a forest. The rains have been coming down daily. Today is clear and sunny, the way Florida is meant to be. I like CBS Sunday Morning, but since I’ve been on the road, I’ve missed many of its segments.
 
As you know, I am passionate about these words I write. I’ve found and applied passion to many areas of my Life in the past. What are you passionate about?
   
9/22–Today was spent close to home, my current home, that is. Just had a few therapy sessions today. One-on-one with Dino about speech, we mostly just talked, and he corrected me on some things. Then there was a new Therapy, “Gardening Group.
   
In the Gardening Group, it was mostly just me, trying to get others to tend to the garden. Many with brain injuries do not like to exert themselves, so not a lot gets done. The garden bed is almost complete; we just need a little more dirt. Terry said she will call and order some.
     
This place has an unlimited money supply, despite my efforts to save as much as I can.
     
9/23–A good start to the day, as I slept until about 5 am. I do better on less sleep, so a longer sleep is not always the best thing. Today, not a lot was accomplished. I know it is up to me to make things happen, as we all have that power.
   
In therapy today, I acknowledge that I have not yet fully written about all that I am gaining from participating.
   
I was out to do some work in the garden today. We are currently awaiting the delivery of soil.
     
Sleep is not a problem, as I am active every day.
 
9/24–There is a guy across the hallway who is very loud and moaning often. It is hard to hear. I like to keep my door open, so that is my fault; I have to listen to this. This guy is unfortunate. Over the night, he pooped, and I’m told it smells terrible. The staff is not sure how to deal with him. He keeps saying words that are not understandable. The incident occurred between 6:00 am and 7:00 am. An ambulance was called, and he was sent away.
   
With some of the other characters here, at times, it feels like I am in an insane asylum. How did I end up here, or how could I get out?
   
For therapy today, I first worked with Maura, and we worked on the wak-a-nike board. I had to be quick, as it gauges hand speed. I get easily bored with this, but it is necessary.
   
Later, I worked with Dino about speech. We mainly just talked, and he helped.
   
In the afternoon, there was Mary Ann. We worked on my juggling. I was not impressed whatsoever, but some people who were at the building loved it. This therapy was only for half an hour; I would like to have more time.
               
9/25–This morning, from 9:00 to 9:39, I had my grand summit with Maryann. Picture it: me, armed with logic and lung control, declaring to the world (well, to her) that I’ve got my asthma handled like a pro. I even confessed to the dangerous crime of… sometimes doing too much.
   
I pitched my master plan: skipping across the road to the park, juggling clubs like a circus rebel and running like I just stole a donut. Maryann listened politely, then gave me the look. You know the one—half teacher, half traffic cop. Verdict? “Not ready yet.”
   
So apparently, the park will have to wait. For now, the world is safe from my juggling invasion. But give me time—those clubs won’t toss themselves. ‍♂️✨ We also discussed warming up before I do anything, which I am okay with, but haven’t done in the past.    

I told Maryann about the exercise routine I am putting together to do in my room, and she seems OK with that. What do you think? >>
Squats (Stand and slowly descend, bending through the hips, knees, and ankles, with a straight back.)
Push-ups (on the floor and/or against the wall)
Planks (with a straight back, be on your elbows and toes)
Calf balances (Stand flat on your feet and then raise to be on your toes.)
Birddog position (while on my hands and knees, raise the opposite arm and leg)

At 10:30, I was supposed to do a class on balancing a peacock feather, but no one showed up. But, I taught five of the staff to balance the feather — they each loved it. And, I had to, I gave each a peacock feather.
     
Back in my room, working on this blog for you.
     
I hate to say it, but another guy went crazy today. He uses a standing walker, and he just started yelling and throwing things. The look on his face was one full of anger, frustration, and pain. A couple of the staff called for reinforcements. First, there was the one yesterday who went crazy, now this.
     
I tried to help as much as I could, but there was no way to help this situation.
It just makes me wonder if I’m in the right place to get the help I need.
You will find out in the future.
   
9/26–Blog day always seems to come so quickly. Here we are again. Does what I write inspire and help you? Writing these words helps me tremendously. Please let me know what you think of my writings —
kitsummers@gmail.com
     
In OT with Terrie today, we reviewed September 22 and how I didn’t document the day. I’ve been keeping too much on my mind. She reviewed some details on how I need to conduct more comprehensive reviews of each session I attend.
 
I do have the time, I will do that. I need to go more deeply into all the sessions I have and write sooner. I need to do this to gain insight into my deficits and develop better habits/strategies to compensate and build stronger habits for the future.
 
It started doing deep-knee bends, and my legs already feel the effort. Doing bends will also help with my balance issues, I think. There is a good reason to stretch and exercise while I wait somewhere. This is something you can do, too, remember?
     
It’s noon now, and I just finished a session with Juliana in speech. I must say, she is not the best to work with. At one point, she was having me do a puzzle while she was looking at her phone. As another point, she simply said, “So, what do you want to do now”? She was not structured for this at all.
   
The last therapy ended at noon.
I have the whole afternoon now to do as I please.
I will work on and get this blog to you.
How about you?
What are you doing?
Shall we go to dinner together?
Where are what time?

Life in the Garden
The new garden I am building will be the subject of this portion later, as things start growing.
Even as seasons shift, gardening reminds us of Life’s cycles.
You plant, you nurture, you harvest, you start again.
A carrot pulled from your own soil can taste like victory.
Indoor gardens?
Tiny jungles on the windowsill.
A salad bar in the kitchen.
A reminder that growth never really stops—it just changes shape.
Start your own patch, big or small.
It could grow into one of the sweetest adventures of your Life.

My Next Chapters

I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.
     
What’s your next spark?
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do this week that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK>> Figure out ten steps to make your life better, then stick to the script.
NEXT BLOG, 344 – Every Day Pretend it is Your Last Day Alive. 

Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!

✨ KITTING AROUND ✨
BLOG 342 – The Bright Side Beyond Age 60
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
Life isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime—It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade!

I write, create, and share so that we can pause together, look at Life differently, and grow taller on the inside. My mission? To show you that living differently and living better is not only possible—it’s essential!
     
My Story in a Nutshell (with Extra Sprinkles) :
‍♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, still loving, still lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc 

✨ Lessons From the Road ✨

• The past is your teacher.
  Learn, then step forward.
  Plan your future, which will become your past.
  You are always living in the past.
      
• The future is like a mischievous child,
  always surprising you when you least expect it.
  It’s not something to fear, but to embrace and make your own.
  You can make it yours.
  It shows up whether you’re ready or not.
  (So … be ready)
        
• The present?
  That’s your playground.
  Add glitter and laughter.
  Make it sparkle.
      
• Each day is a new stage.
  Shine a little brighter than yesterday.
  This is your stage, do what you want.
  You can be a new person on every stage.
       
• Lift others while lifting yourself.
  You can’t get there alone.
  The more you help others, the more it helps you.
  That’s the kind of ripple the world needs.

This is the stuff that turns “just surviving” into thriving.

✨ Why I Write This Blog ✨
Because Life is too wild, too weird, and too wonderful not to share.
Writing this blog feels like tossing confetti into the air!
The confetti is made of ideas, stories, and lessons gathered along the way.
Some from adventures.
Some mistakes.
Some from just sheer stubbornness.

“So here’s to chasing excellence,
lighting up the trail for you,
and having a little fun along the way.”
Kit Summers 

Words are magic wands. With them we can:

• Inspire
• Connect
• Spark joy ✨
• Remind ourselves we’re all explorers in the chaos

I’m not carrying a crisp, bossy map with a giant arrow barking, “This way.” I’m the friend holding the flashlight—soft glow spilling just far enough for you to notice the magic already beneath your feet. The map? That’s yours to sketch, to doodle wild dreams across, to smudge, tear, and re-draw whenever the mood strikes.
   
These years aren’t some sleepy drift toward “the end.” They’re champagne-fizzing chapters of a brand-new book, pages begging to be dog-eared with laughter, adventure, and mischief. You weren’t built for small living—you’re wired for fireworks, wrong turns that turn out deliciously right, and encore moments you never even auditioned for.
   
Take Julia, for example. Out of nowhere—plot twist. A spark, a new chapter, a flood of joy I never saw coming. Every WhatsApp message from her is like a bright confetti pop in my day, her words painting colors I didn’t know were missing. My love for her isn’t steady—it’s expanding—daily, like the universe itself.
     
And then—bam—Life flips the page again. My lower teeth staged a dramatic exit, all at once. Didn’t see that twist coming. But Life is cheeky like that: sometimes whispering secrets in the dark, smacking you right in the mouth (literally). I will get a new set of lower teeth screwed onto my jawbone and have my terrific smile back.
   
Either way, the headline stays the same: evolve, laugh too loud, and keep spinning with the wild, unruly rhythm of the unexpected. It’s these unexpected moments that add a spark of surprise and delight to our lives.

Every post I write feels like the start of a brand-new adventure, and I want you to feel that excitement and engagement too. Life is never ‘done.’ Your Life is only waiting for its next bold twist. That’s what I want you to feel too: that Life is never ‘done.’ It’s a continuous journey, always waiting for its next bold twist. This perspective can inspire and motivate you to keep moving forward.
Your Life is only waiting for its next bold twist.

The Bright Side of Sixty+(We’ll All Get There)

Sixty isn’t an ending—it’s Act Two.
Better lighting. Comfier seats.
Wisdom is your VIP pass.
Forget “slowing down.”
This is the age for speeding up in the ways that matter.
Find joy, curiosity, freedom, and fearless play.
AND THEN SMILE–COME ON–BIGGER!
       
I just discovered this video from Elon—perfect timing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHiU7Tc_oAU
   
Think of it as leveling up in the grand game of Life.
Wrinkles? Proof you laughed.
Gray hair? A medal of wisdom.
Every year, a new upgrade pack is released.

YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT “PURPOSE” DOES NOT RETIRE!

When I was a kid, I thought sixty was basically the waiting room for the grave. Now I’m 66, and surprise: the party’s still going. Not only that, but the dance floor is bigger, and the DJ finally takes requests. I’m still “getting there”—but why would I ever want to “arrive”? The ride’s too good.
   
Living past sixty is reinvention with sprinkles. It could be dusting off a dream you shelved in your twenties. Perhaps it’s dancing like a maniac in the kitchen, no audience but the toaster. It could be taking the scenic detour because your curiosity tugged at your sleeve. Think of it as spring cleaning for the soul—less sneezing, more belly laughs.
   
These aren’t the “twilight years.” They’re bonus chapters in a book that’s suddenly gotten juicier. You were built for Life, not just for living. Why not start writing the most ridiculous, daring, laugh-out-loud novel you’ve ever read?
 
Sure, the body pipes up. Knees sound like castanets, memory plays peek-a-boo, and reading glasses stage elaborate disappearing acts. But honestly? That’s just proof you’ve logged some legendary mileage. Better to laugh than groan—humor is the only soundtrack worth keeping on repeat.
   
They call sixty-five “retirement age.” Cute. I call it “free time with better snacks.” The clock isn’t your boss anymore—it’s your playground. Learn the guitar, launch your novel, juggle machetes–even under the leg throws, paddleboard until you topple gloriously into the water. Permission slip? Burned.
   
Perspective kicks in, too >>
All those worries that felt enormous?
Most of them fizzled.
Deadlines, receding hairlines, overdue bills—you made it through.
That clarity is rocket fuel for play.
Chat with strangers in the checkout line.
Wear the hat that makes people stare.
Eat ice cream for dinner just because.
     
This is liberation. Young enough to try wild things, old enough to skip the nonsense. Sixty isn’t decline—it’s ignition. So don’t just aim for old age. Aim for bold age. Laugh louder. Love deeper. Redraw the map with crayons if you want.

THE ADVENTURE ISN’T ENDING. IT’S JUST GETTING ROWDY!

These aren’t just the years to drift until the end. They’re the pages of a brand-new book—waiting for you to leap in, wide awake. You were made for Life, not just for living.
   
️ Life after 60 isn’t about shrinking into the shadows—it’s about stepping into a stage glowing with opportunity: wisdom, strength, and juggling skill. Age isn’t decline; it’s design. A canvas where every line, every choice, every dropped ball, and every laugh becomes a brushstroke of a masterpiece.
   
Think of it as permission to get curious all over again. To dream bolder, try sillier, love louder. To chase not just sunsets, but brand-new beginnings.
     
The secret? Stay open. Stay kind. Stay just a little mischievous. Because kindness never wrinkles, curiosity never retires, and joy is always ready to be juggled.
   
️ Aging is less about counting years and more about painting them bright. It’s proof that it’s never too late to pick up a new adventure, to reinvent, to dance, to juggle, and let the music surprise you.
     
Life beyond 60 is not the end of the book.
It’s the sparkly bonus chapters.
And guess what?
They’re often the juiciest ones.
Age is a design for creativity and joy, not decline. 

SIXTY IS NOT SMALLER, SLOWER, OR LESS.
IT IS EXPANSIVE — IT IS RICHER. 
IT’S A NEW LIFE, OPENING A BRAND-NEW CHAPTER. 

Five Gifts of Life Beyond 60 >> 

1. The Permission Slip of Age
   Dance in the supermarket.
   Juggle in the fruit aisle.
   Wear glitter shoes.
   You’ve earned your liberation pass!
        
2. The Richness of Experience
   Your Life’s a patchwork quilt—adventures, mistakes, triumphs, and all.
   You don’t just have history—you are living history.
   Forget being embarrassed—Do things your way.
   You’ve learned better ways—spread the word.
        
3. The Gift of Time
   The ladder-climbing years are done.
   The horizon’s wide open.
   Learn the ukulele, write your book, book that trip, learn to juggle.
   The playground has reopened, and the best swing is waiting.
        
4. A Healthier Perspective
   What once felt catastrophic?
   Now, it’s just a pebble in your shoe.
   Storms pass, laughter heals, kindness multiplies.
   This wisdom is wealth no bank can hold.
        
5. Joy in the Small Stuff
   Coffee tastes richer.
   A grandchild’s giggle outshines a paycheck.
   Morning walks feel like treasures.
   Delight hides in plain sight.

Words That Spark

Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.
     
Old age? Call it “Level 60+ Mode.” You unlock bonus powers: sharper insight, juicier appreciation for the little stuff, and doors to fresh stages of strength you didn’t even know existed.
   
Think of it as art in progress. Wrinkles become brushstrokes, memories become a secret treasure chest, and gratitude becomes the golden frame around it all. And the best twist? You never actually “age out” of learning, chasing, or reinventing. You’re always one spark away from your next plot twist.
     
A few sparks to slip in your pocket:

• “Life past 60 is just the beginning!”—Kit Summers
• “Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” —Franz Kafka
• “The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” —Frank Lloyd Wright
• “Age is no barrier. It’s a limitation you put on your mind.” —Jackie Joyner-Kersee
• “It’s not how old you are. It’s how you are old.” – Jules Renard
• “Your 60s are fab. And 70 is f@king awesome!” —Helen Mirren
• “Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.”— Jimmy Buffett
• “Count your age by friends, not years. Count your Life by smiles, not tears.”—John Lennon
• “Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional!”—Walt Disney
• “We are always the same age inside.”—Gertrude Stein

Stick these quotes on your fridge.
Whisper them to yourself before bed.
Pass them along to someone who needs them.
Remember, words are vitamins for the soul.

MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
     
9/13 — Elon knows, you must learn >>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_L2xNuiT2k
Change is coming; you have to be ready, are you? 
 
Today I went across the street to the big park. Of course, Terrie was right there with me. I am still not allowed to leave the building on my own, which is very unusual for me. It turned out that the wind was too strong to work on clubs. So I cut the time short.
       
9/14—Sunday today. This place slows up like a snail’s path. I started early on my new passion, writing these blog words to you. I like the latest changes, do you?
   
9/15—Sleeping better these days, that feels good. Went outside to do some juggling. My juggling level has diminished so much. It will take much work to get it back–but do I want to take the time?
   
For therapy today, I first worked with Maryann, and we focused on my juggling skills. My juggling is getting smoother, but it’s still highly frustrating.
   
Also, while outside, Terrie and I worked more on getting this planter put together. Four feet by eight feet, by two feet in depth. We should grow much in there, for instance, broccoli, lettuce, and tomatoes. As I wrote before, I’ve missed getting dirt under my fingernails.
   
Terrie had a patient to go and work with. I suggested that I stay out and finish the job. I was told that I could not be outside by myself; a staff member has to be with me. I am being treated like a child who doesn’t know their way. This is just wrong!
   
Myles and I had previously discussed my juggling outside the building, and that was fine. Now I am told that I cannot be out??? This is frustrating me immensely. Did the word not get passed around to people that I’m okay outside? Like before, it feels like I am back in jail–not being able to make any of my own decisions and being kept up like I am in prison.
     
At 11 am I had a therapy called “Sports Group”, which I’ve done before. There is a cardboard backing that has a hole in it. You have to throw bean bags so they go through the hole. Talk about a waste of time. I did not stay for this; I came up to work on my computer.
     
There are other games that the therapists have, such as card games, that are also a waste of time. I’ve searched on the internet and found many games and exercises that help, specifically, brain-injured people, to advance. Perhaps just babysitting — humm.
   
The therapists are stuck in their old ways, when there are so many other exercises that would help much more. These therapists need to study on the computer and explore different ways to work with patients, allowing them to navigate the computer and conduct searches.
 
Selective Insurance is paying for me to be here. I’m getting some therapy, but not much, perhaps a couple of hours a day. I do need to push myself to do more of my own work and exertion, but tiredness often consumes me. What to do, what to do?
     
If Selective knew what was going on, they might stop the funding for my stay here. My insurance, along with others’ insurance, brings in much money here. New systems must be studied and developed for patients here, or the funding sources may dry up.
   
9/16 — By 9 a.m., I was already steering the OT planning group like a chef in a noodle shop. Everyone tossed out ideas, but guess what? Out of the whole buffet, my pick won: Lo Mein Noodles. Later this week, we’ll be wok-dancing our way into something delicious.
   
Next up: speech with Juliana. Her sessions don’t come with balloons and party hats, so they’re not my favorite. Still, she did slip me a fun tip: a site called Goblin Tools—kind of like ChatGPT’s mischievous cousin. I might just run my blog through both—see what kind of magic (or mayhem) they cook up.
   
Then came our epic Lowe’s adventure. Four of us, thirty bags of dirt, and a mission. Here’s a life hack straight from me to you: always hunt for the torn bags. Same dirt, half the price—because apparently dirt with a scratch is discounted dirt. Sadly, the group waved me off—”Restorative is paying.” So, no bargain-hunter glory today. Still, we hauled home thirty bags like champions, plus some plants to liven up the week.
     
9/17–This morning, we touched down at https://cleantheworld.org and suddenly, soap wasn’t just soap, it was treasure. We were to sort and take out the riff-raff and paper. Some folks handled each bar like a rare pearl. Me? I went full pirate mode: fistfuls at a time, sifting fast, fast, fast. A few misfires, sure—but speed has its own rhythm, its own artistry. By the end, the bin gleamed like a treasure chest of second chances.
   
Our “overtime bonus”? Lunch at https://www.crackerbarrel.com/. Shrimp called my name, but then I remembered my lower teeth had all retired. So meatloaf and mashed potatoes stepped in—soft, warm, kind (like Maryann!) Like comfort food leaning in to whisper, “I’ve got you.”
   
At the table, six of us sat with brains that had weathered storms. The therapists clustered at the far end, their words flowing. My end stayed quieter. Some voices couldn’t be heard, and some simply didn’t. The silence felt thick, but not lonely. I lobbed little sparks of conversation into the air. None caught—but presence itself can be its own reply. Sometimes just showing up is the loudest kind of living.
     
Then—off again—to https://opticaloutlets.com/. I was here before, examined, picked out frames, and here now to pick them up. I choose plastic frames, the kind I’d never dared before. Slipped them on and—bam! The world snapped into sharp edges and clean horizons—a new lens, literally and figuratively.
   
That’s the thread of the day, really: soap dust, mashed potatoes, silence, and spectacles—all proof that even in the ordinary, there’s movement forward—treasure tucked in the overlooked. Gold is hidden in the small stuff. And clarity waiting, always waiting, to be claimed.
       
9/18 — A Morning of Surprises and Small Miracles

The night had me wrapped like a mummy until 4 a.m., when the world finally nudged me awake. Shower, fresh start. As I dressed, an unexpected guest slipped quietly into my suite—a woman making her morning rounds. Not to check me out, but to check in. A reminder that Life is full of small, unplanned encounters, like little sparks reminding us we’re never as alone as we think.
   
Julia and I usually share our nightly WhatsApp ritual—words passing back and forth like fireflies in the dark. Last night, silence. Concern crept in. But morning came, and there she was, her presence steady, and I remembered: worry often writes false stories. Love,
connection, and trust are the real script.
   
With Terrie, I fed our above-ground garden more compost, breathing Life into the soil. Yet around it, the sad sight of cigarette butts tossed carelessly—tiny scars on the earth. I couldn’t ignore them. Hands to work, I cleared them out. Healing even small corners of the Earth. The world feels like a love letter to the future.

Suggestions for your new above-ground garden >
Cardboard first—worms move in.
Pile on leaves, twigs, and wood scraps.
Leave space, one foot, and cap with dirt.
Over time, waste turns to rich, living soil.
Remember, worms are your friend.
   
By 10 a.m., Terrie moved on, leaving me pulled back indoors—rules saying I can’t be alone in the garden. A frustration, yes. But I’ll tend it bit by bit, like patience itself is teaching me to grow alongside the plants. Some rules are meant to bend like branches in the wind.
   
At 11:10, Lilly began my therapy—on “Lilly time,” fashionably five minutes late. Precise, thoughtful, sharp as ever. She brought my old emails printed out, a mirror of my progress.
   
Together, we walked through lessons, possibilities, and areas that need more light and effort. Visual scanning, driving prep, and new ways of strengthening. Her guidance is clear, her care steady. She knows her craft, and in that, she helps me know myself.
     
Now it’s 12:30. Lunch has passed, the afternoon is open, and I hunger for more therapy—three or four hours a day if I could. Not just because I want recovery, but because growth itself feels like joy. Why settle for less when more Life is still waiting to be lived?
   
For the afternoon, I worked on this blog (can you tell?) I always read it multiple times to ensure every word is just right.
   
9/19–Up at my usual time, about 3:30am.
 
Going to see about the results of when I applied for Medicaid. It’s been about an hour since they were supposed to be here.
   
Life in the Garden
The new garden I am building will be the subject of this portion later as things start growing.

Even as seasons shift, gardening reminds us of Life’s cycles.
You plant, you nurture, you harvest, you start again.
A carrot pulled from your own soil can taste like victory.
Indoor gardens?
Tiny jungles on the windowsill.
A salad bar in the kitchen.
A reminder that growth never really stops—it just changes shape.
Start your own patch, big or small.
It could grow into one of the sweetest adventures of your Life.

My Next Chapters

I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I’ve got at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love in me.

The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve been postponing.

Remember >>
This isn’t retirement.
This is ignition.
The curtain hasn’t fallen—it’s just rising on Act Two.

What’s your next spark?
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do this week that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”

YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK>> See age differently. You are not getting older, you are getting smarter.
NEXT BLOG, 343 – Become the Best Version of Yourself! 

Final Thought
Your present situation isn’t your final destination.
The best is always yet to come!
So, juggle joy, chase sunsets, laugh loudly.
Keep living like you’ve only just begun—because you have.

“KITTING AROUND”
BLOG 341: Become the Brightest, Boldest Version of Yourself (Yes — You!)
Don’t just sleepwalk through life—dance, juggle, laugh, explore!
I write, create, and share so that together we can pause, reflect, and grow.
My mission? To inspire you to live differently… and better!
I aim to illustrate and Deepen Contemplation Together!
I WANT TO INSPIRE YOU TO LIVE DIFFERENTLY AND BETTER

‍Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler—and I still juggle—JOY!
Life threw me curveballs: a 37-day coma (yikes!), hit by two trucks (double yikes!)
Yet, I remain happy and am here to help you move up to a higher level.
Watch this >>  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc&t=110s
I lived six adventurous years in a van, chasing sunsets and visiting every U.S. national park.
I’ve known love, loss, marriage on 2/22/22 at 2:22, and the beauty of starting again.
I have traveled the world helping people to advance! 
I keep searching, learning, and loving—because the story isn’t over. ❤️

✨ Lessons I’ve picked up along the way ✨ 

• For a full sparkle, read this on a laptop or desktop computer. 
• Your phone just can’t handle all the fun!  
• Only you know what’s best for you.
• The past is a teacher—study it, then step forward.
• The future? It’ll show up whether you’re ready or not (be ready!)
• The now? It’s your playground. Smile and make it sparkle! 
• Each day is a chance to shine brighter than the last. 
• Do what you can to help others, as you help yourself. 
• Leave your mark—help advance humanity before your curtain call.

BE TAKEN AWAY WITH ME
ON WONDERFUL ADVENTURES!

✨ WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG ✨

Because life is too wild, too weird, and too wonderful not to share! Writing this blog is like sprinkling confetti made of ideas, stories, and lessons I’ve learned (sometimes the hard way, sometimes by happy accident). It’s my way of leaving little treasure maps for anyone curious, adventurous, or just in need of a smile.
     
I write because words are like magic wands—we can use them to inspire, to connect, to spark joy, and sometimes to remind ourselves that we’re all just explorers trying to dance through the chaos. Want me to punch it up even more—like a bold opening line that immediately hooks your readers with a laugh or a surprise? 
   
Think of me as that friend who brings a flashlight on the trail—not to lead the way, but to help you spot your own path. I’m not here to hand you a map with all the answers; I’m here to cheer you on while you draw your own route.
   
Every time I sit down to write, it feels like starting a brand-new adventure—sometimes surprising, sometimes challenging, but always full of possibility. And that’s precisely what I hope it sparks for you, too: a sense that life isn’t a one-time journey, but a series of fresh starts, each one waiting to be explored with curiosity, courage, and joy.
     
“So here’s to chasing excellence,
lighting up the trail for you,
and having a little fun along the way.”
Kit Summers
       
The Power of Words
Words carry weight.
Words can inspire.
Words will shape you.
     
So let me ask you:
Are you moving toward the life you
want before your time runs out?
The truth is, it’s never too late to make a change.
At every stage of life, you have
the power to improve, grow, and start again.
   
Let optimism guide you!
Let your actions ripple outward to help others.    
That is how we all rise—together!
     
My Experiences
Much of what I write comes from lessons I’ve learned, though both successes and struggles.
I share them, not to tell you what to do, but to offer possibilities you can adapt for yourself. Remember:

• Only you know what is best for you.
• You are as young as the last time you changed your mind. 
• I keep reminding myself of these truths, and I pass them on to you.

KEEP GROWING!
If you want a small daily spark, sign up for A New Word Daily at Word Genius.
Expand your vocabulary—expand your mind!
     
You still have time.
You still have an opportunity.
You still have success ahead of you.
     
So—think, and then think again!
You are always writing your book.
What new stories are you ready to write with your life?
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OPENING WORDS
I was delighted—almost giddy—by the sparks of ideas and words ChatGPT tossed my way. As I leap into this new adventure of learning and playing with it, I can feel my mind stretching, bending, and blossoming in marvelous new directions.
     
It’s like stumbling upon a secret playground tucked inside my own imagination—swings of curiosity, slides of wonder, monkey bars of “what if?” Using Chat feels like having a brilliant, mischievous editor right at my side—one who’s always ready to spin the ordinary into something extraordinary.

This video will tell you more about ChatGPT >>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFMVT3bcrJo
>> https://chatgpt.com/ << and here they are.

TEETH—A New Chapter in My Smile
Life sometimes hands us unexpected twists—like missing a few teeth here and there from old infections. Instead of patching things up piece by piece, I decided to take a bold approach: have the lower teeth removed and set the stage for a fresh start with a permanent retainer that screws into the jawbone.
   
Do I ever wonder if it was the perfect decision? Of course! But hey, that’s the magic of life—we don’t get a rewind button, only a big bold “play” button for what’s next. I chose renewal instead of patchwork, adventure instead of hesitation.
   
Sure, I still question myself now and then—but guess what? The train has already left the station, and I’m riding it with a smile, curious about where it’ll take me next! Yes, my lower teeth have been extracted. A new world of eating and chowing down has opened before me.
   
This isn’t the end of my smile—it’s the beginning of a stronger, healthier, and brighter one. And every time I grin, it’ll be a reminder that sometimes the boldest choices bring the best transformations. In the end, I think things will turn out perfectly, as my bright smile lights the way.
   
Unlike your teeth, your mind doesn’t stop growing; it’s stretching, blooming, and expanding every single day, every instant! And here’s the sparkly secret: You get to choose the direction. You’re the artist with the paintbrush—the captain with the compass—the driver holding the wheel.
     
This is your ship, your road trip, your dazzling masterpiece-in-progress. So steer boldly, paint brightly, and dance your way down the road that lights you up the most! There may be rocks or islands you will need to go around, steer your ship right, toward the joy you are looking for.
   
Life, of course, is a sea full of surprises.
Some are stormy.
Some are dazzling.
Some sneak up when you least expect them.
   
✨ A sudden accident that forces you to see life differently.
✨ A new relationship that fills your sails with laughter.
✨ A success that shines brighter than you imagined.
✨ A smile—your own or someone else’s—that reminds you joy can appear out of nowhere.
   
The waters can be salty, sometimes stinging your eyes, sometimes tossing you around. But salty seas also make you stronger; they remind you that you are the captain who must stay at the helm. Hands steady on the wheel, eyes toward the horizon—you guide your ship even when the waves roar.
     
And remember, not every stretch of ocean is stormy. There will be stretches of calm water where you can rest, reflect, and enjoy the sunshine. There will be nights where the stars seem to dance in the sky just for you, and mornings that smell like fresh possibility. You remember those times, yes?
     
Sailing alone can feel daunting, yes. But even when no one else is aboard, you still have the strength, the creativity, and the spark to keep going. And more often than not, fellow travelers will cross your path—people who cheer you on, share their maps, and help patch the sails when the wind gets rough.
   
So steer boldly.
Sing with the waves.
Dance with the storms.
Laugh when the sea splashes your face.
Let your ship carry you toward success.
Find all the joy, wonder, and desire you can handle.
The ocean is vast, and your story is just beginning!  

WELCOME THE PRESENT MOMENT- EVERY SINGLE INSTANT! 

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✨ BLOG 341– Become the Brightest, Boldest Version of YOURSELF  (Ya, YOU!) ✨
     
Becoming the brightest, boldest version of yourself is a journey of self-discovery, courage, and authenticity. It involves recognizing your potential, moving past self-doubt, and intentionally cultivating habits that foster growth.
   
Think of your journey as less of a serious checklist and more like an epic adventure game—where you’re the main character leveling up, collecting skills, and unlocking new powers. The goal? To live fully, laugh often, and keep growing into the best version of yourself.
 
It’s not a one-time quest—it’s a lifelong adventure filled with detours, treasure hunts, and maybe even a few dragons (a.k.a. challenges). However, with resilience, patience, and a playful spirit, you will continue to move forward.
   
“To be the best version of yourself” means continually growing, improving, and living authentically in accordance with your personal values and goals, focusing on self-reflection and personal development rather than comparing yourself to others.
     
It’s about unlocking your potential by aligning your actions with your true purpose and passions, and striving for incremental progress over time to become a better person than you were the day before. It’s about always striving for more and helping others climb their ladder, too.
     
IDEAS TO HELP YOU GET THERE >>
Visualise your future self.
Let go of limiting beliefs.
Know your purpose.
Do not compromise on your dreams.
Focus on your strengths.
Embrace failure.
Develop a growth mindset.
Don’t have expectations.
Surround yourself with the right people.
Don’t take yourself too seriously.
Help others.
Practice gratitude every day.
Have self-compassion.
Stay positive.
Prioritize what matters to you — not others.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
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1. Know Your Purpose
If you don’t know where you’re going, life can feel aimless – sometimes even pointless. Having a purpose in life that you can feel and live out can turn a humdrum activity into a passionate endeavor. Knowing your purpose will give you the drive you need to reach excellence. Writing this blog is my purpose.
     
2. Keep a Journal or diary
A journal can help you understand yourself and your life in new ways. This includes your motivations and your emotions – writing about them can be a great way to narrow down on your passions and your life purpose. Writing these blog posts helps me in numerous ways.
     
3. Accept Help from Others
You’re not alone out there – we all need other people to grow and develop. But if you start growing arrogant, automatically feeling like you know better than others, you can end up losing out on valuable knowledge and experiences.
   
4. Help Other People
Conversely, helping others is another excellent way to become the best version of yourself. There are numerous benefits to social activity and the sense of community that comes with it – you’ll be mentally stimulated, you’ll learn new skills, you’ll be healthier, and you may even live longer.
   
5. Challenge Yourself
When you stop finding new challenges to face, you stop growing. The ability to be vulnerable is also essential here. Take risks (within reason) and you’ll discover new aspects of yourself. You may be surprised at the situations you can get used to and even master, as long as you put forward some authentic, constant effort.
 
Every person is unique, including you. Someone else’s life path cannot be your benchmark of success, since they have different dreams, passions, and skills. There is also no roadmap or ideal outcome in life, because everyone’s path is unique and belongs to them alone. Learning how to be the best version of yourself is a lifelong journey. It’s a lot of work, but your personal growth is worth it.

1. Define Your Vision and Values

• Know Your “Why”: What lights you up inside? What gives your life spark and meaning?
• Imagine Your Future Self: Picture your dream life—how do you feel, act, and shine each day?
• Embrace Your “You-ness”: Identify the passions, quirks, and interests that make you, you. Let them guide your choices.

2. Set Goals and Take Action

• Sketch Your Game Plan: Write down bold dreams, then break them into tiny, doable steps.
• Start Small, Win Big: Tiny habits—such as stretching in the morning or drinking more water—add up to significant wins over your lifetime.
• Track Your Progress: Celebrate milestones like you’re earning achievement badges, and adjust your path as you go.

3. Cultivate Your Mindset

• Be Your Own Cheerleader: Speak to yourself with kindness—progress comes with wobbles and victories.
• Flip the Script: Trade “I can’t” for “I’m learning” and “I’ll try.” Words are powerful magic spells.
• Stay Curious: Treat mistakes as plot twists, not failures. Every twist teaches you something new.

4. Prioritize Self-Care and Joy

• Fuel Your Body: Nourish yourself with movement, food, and rest that energize you.
• Play Often: Make space for hobbies, laughter, and fun—they recharge your batteries.
• Keep it Light: Declutter your schedule and your space so you can focus on what really matters.

5. Stay Focused and Authentic

• Walk Your Own Path: No comparisons—everyone’s journey is a different story.
• Own Your Weirdness: Authenticity is your superpower—no copycats allowed.
• Practice Gratitude: Even the tiniest joys—like sunshine, coffee, or a good playlist—count as treasures.

Remember: you’re not building a perfect self—you’re crafting a joyful, evolving version of you that shines brighter every day. 

ALL YOU HAVE IS NOW!
MAKE THINGS FANTASTIC! 

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WORDS TO LIFT YOU!
Inspirational quotes and sayings are like little magic sparks—tiny but mighty! They can flip your mood, open your heart, and fire up your thoughts in all the best ways. Think of them as cheerful nudges, joyful challenges, and sparkly essentials on your path to happiness. ✨
   
READ & SHINE!
Dive into these quotes and let them be your daily pick-me-up, like sipping on a cup of sunshine. Whether it’s self-care, success, or just a boost of happy vibes, these words can be your pocket-sized cheerleaders. And, develop your own quotes to push you forward.
 
THE BURST!
Sometimes all you need is a quick “zap!” of wisdom to get back on track. That’s exactly what these quotes do—they bring focus, sprinkle joy, and pump you up to make this day (yes, THIS one) your best yet. Go for daily efforts, then move ahead.
   
BE POSITIVE!
A kind word can make you grin, a funny line can make you laugh, and an uplifting thought can completely change your day. Here’s the secret: you’re the boss of your thoughts! And when you sprinkle positivity into your thinking, you sprinkle it into your life.
   
“YOU” ARE THE MAGIC
The way you see yourself—the beliefs you hold, the stories you tell, and the dreams you chase—shapes your world. So feed your mind with words that push you forward, not hold you back. As you move forward, extend your hand and help someone else move forward in their life. 
     
️ SELF-TALK = SUPERPOWER
Every day is a fresh chance to inch closer to your goals. Sure, life’s busy and wild, but you’ve got this! Positive words might just be letters on a page, but they can keep your heart strong and your spirit dancing. Develop your writing skills to help many others in their lives. ✨
     
QUOTES = SECRET FUEL
Motivational quotes aren’t just fluffy words—they actually rewire your brain to believe in yourself. They hand you courage, remind you that you’re capable, and give you that little “you can do it!” shove when you need it most.
   
☀️ SUNSHINE FOR YOUR SOUL
Think of these quotes as rays of light on cloudy days. They brighten your mood, shift your focus toward the good, and remind you that even when storms roll in, there’s always a rainbow waiting. ️
     
PEARLS OF WISDOM
Life can be messy and uncertain, but quotes are like shiny pearls that sparkle at just the right moment. They lift, inspire, and energize you when your tank feels empty. Stay out of the mess by reading and developing your own quotes often ✨
 
WORDS THAT TRANSFORM
The right words can light a fire in your soul, kick excuses out the door, and inspire you to leap outside your comfort zone. Read them with an open mind—and let them work their magic. You’ve read words that help you; now spread those words to help others.
   
YOU’RE NOT ALONE
Ever felt like you’re the only one struggling? Guess what—millions of others feel the same. Quotes remind you that you’re human, you’re not alone, and together we’re all figuring it out (sometimes with coffee, sometimes with tears, but always moving forward!). ☕
   
⏰ READ & REPEAT!
Use these words like daily vitamins for your mind. Stick your favorites where you’ll see them first thing in the morning, whisper them to yourself before work, or share them with a friend. Let them remind you of your potential, your sparkle, and the beauty that awaits you in every new day.
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✨ I HOPE THESE WORDS SPARK JOY AND FIRE UP YOUR SPIRIT ✨
Upgrade your thinking—when your thoughts shine, your life follows!
⚡Change can happen in a heartbeat—sometimes instantly!
Dream big, write boldly, and create your very own best-seller story.
Remember: you are amazing—so step onto the stage and play your part with confidence and flair!
You can flip the script, rise higher, and chase down your wildest dreams.
  The magic is already in you—so go light up the world!

LET THE FOLLOWING WORDS MAGICALLY TRANSFORM YOU! >>
     
“Change equals self-improvement. Push yourself to places you haven’t been before.” – Pat Summitt.
   
“Never bend your head. Hold it high.
Look the world straight in the eye.” — Helen Keller.
   
“Getting in touch with your true self must be your priority.” — Tom Hopkins.
     
“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.” — Carl R. Rogers”
 
“Formal education will make you a living;
Self-education will make you a fortune.” — Jim Rohn.
   
“Employ your time in improving yourself by other men’s writings so that you shall come easily by what others have laboured hard for.” — Socrates
     
“The bad news is that time flies.
The good news is you’re the pilot.” — Michael Altshuler.
   
“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” – Aldous Huxley.
   
“Do the best you can until you know better.
Then when you know better, do better.” — Maya Angelou.
     
“When you stop chasing the wrong things,
You give the right things a chance to catch you.” — Lolly Daskal.
 
“Set a goal so big that you can’t achieve it until you grow into the person who can.” – Zig Ziglar.
   
“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” — Sir Edmund Hillary.
   
“All you need is the plan, the road map,
and the courage to press on to your destination.” — Earl Nightingale
   
“Start by doing what’s necessary,
Then do what’s possible,
And suddenly you are doing the impossible.” — Francis of Assisi.
   
“Success is the sum of small efforts,
Repeated day in and day out.” — Robert Collier
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MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts and watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift in an instant—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
     
✨ MY SELF >> ✨
My story is just getting good—oh, the plot twists ahead!
I’ve got a hundred years (at least) of life, laughter, and love in me.
I’m here to light sparks, stir souls, and make lives brighter—
Even for people I’ve never met.
     
I’m not winding down, I’m revving up.
New chapters, fresh adventures, bold transformations—watch me take on the world!
People are waiting to hear my story,
People who need my fire to remind them of their own.
   
I’m not done—I’m just getting started.
I have treasures to add, wisdom to share.
Joy to sprinkle across the world.
I want to bring your life to a higher level.
     
If you’re over 60—guess what?
The best is NOT behind you.
Join me and live beyond age 100!
   
Write your book, which will help others.
You’ve got more to give, more to live, and more to create.                                                 In my travels, I love the wilderness!
The world is waiting for your brilliance!
(Read more about age in the next blog.)
     
HERE WE GO! >>
9/6 — Juggling? Writing? YES!
All morning,
I worked on the new blog format.
I hope you like it.
Please send me your thoughts.
   
Today was a day I was scheduled to go out and juggle on the big lawn. Often tired these days, I was exhausted today, so I just stayed inside and worked on my writing. Besides that, it was raining (again!) You hear of nice sunny Florida, but we have had more rain than I have seen before.
   
I juggled three balls over the bed for a time. The 3-ball juggling is feeling better, but previously, I didn’t even have to think about it to have the balls dance in my hands. Maryann was there too, juggling on the other side of the bed. Like many beginners, she tends to throw forward with her left-hand throws.
 
9/7 — An Adventure?
Today is Sunday—a day that feels made for little adventures, like walking a couple of blocks to Publix for a few treasures (okay, groceries). I had the itch to wander out, stretch my legs, and feel the breeze of freedom on my face. But nope—the rulebook here says I need a chaperone whenever I step outside. Honestly, it feels a bit like being in a play where I’ve been cast in the role of “Prisoner of Overprotection.”   
 
Now, I understand—some individuals here do require that kind of watchful care, and that’s essential. But me? I know I could strut to the Publix Grocery Store and back without missing a beat. Still, I won’t go full rebel against their rules (tempting as that may be!)   Jail? Here? Me? — Naw.
   
So instead, I’ll treat this like a game. If freedom is the prize, patience and creativity are my superpowers. I may not be walking to Publix today, but I can walk laps in my mind, take a journey through my imagination, and remind myself that my spirit is far too big ever to be locked up by silly rules.
   
Because here’s the truth: even when walls feel high, our thoughts can soar higher. And that, my friend, is the sweetest freedom of all. So, stretch your mind to think of ways to advance in your life. Remember, there is no limit to how high you can go.
     
Today, my fingers weren’t just typing—they were breakdancing across the keyboard, twirling, leaping, and sprinkling stardust with every tap. The ideas came rushing in like a joyful parade, each one waving a little flag of possibility.
 
My hope? That these words waltz right into your life, tickle your imagination, and leave you smiling a little brighter. You are on your way to living the life that YOU want. I am here to help you get there. Start today, and every day, put in a little more effort.
   
9/8 — This Blog
Can you imagine what life would be like if I didn’t write this blog? Honestly, I can’t! Writing helps me remember, reflect, and connect—and hopefully it inspires you, too. Have you started writing yet? If not, maybe today’s the day. You never know who might need your words, your story, your spark. As I share with you, you can share with others. That’s how the ripple spreads.
     
Memory, memory—how’s yours these days? After a brain injury, memory can feel like a tricky puzzle with a few pieces missing. But here’s the good news: even puzzles with missing pieces can still be solved and be beautiful. Figure out your puzzle, it will take you amazing places!
 
Here is about the therapy today.
My Daily Quest
My New Adventure
   
This morning, Physical Therapy greeted me with pedals and persistence. I rode the bike—yes, rode it (a stationary bike)—and my asthma stayed politely in its corner. Victory. Mary Ann cheered me on like a quiet coach, steady and encouraging. Funny how thoughts scatter, tumble, and collide while I’m pedaling. They make remembering feel like chasing butterflies in a windstorm.
   
Then came Speech Therapy with Lilly, sharp-eyed and steady. She pointed out (again) how slippery memory can be. I wrestle with it daily, but maybe this writing—words stacked at the close of each day—will become my net to catch those butterflies.
   
What will it take to see the improvement I crave? I don’t feel I’m sliding backwards, yet the echoes around me suggest otherwise. I don’t like that tune, not one bit. However, I will continue, because that is the nature of life’s ups and downs.
   
The afternoon rolled in with Occupational Therapy and Terrie, our field trip captain. We plotted strategies, laughed about forgetfulness (“Did I forget, or am I just playing a trick on myself?”). The store became our training ground. Terrie’s watchful eye followed me through the aisles. Did I pass? Maybe not. But hey—tests are dull. Adventures are better.
       
Today brought me through my therapies with a smile. First, Mary Ann guided me through some balance work (and trust me, I needed her steady encouragement). Then it was time to hop on the exercise bike—pedaling forward, one mile at a time, both literally and figuratively. After that, Lilly took me through memory exercises that stretched my brain like a mental workout. It’s hard, it’s fun, and it’s progress.
 
And here’s the best part: Lilly asked me to email her daily with updates on what therapies I do. Why? Because she truly cares. She’s not just doing a job—she’s passionate about helping people grow and heal. Isn’t that refreshing? Passion is contagious. I hope you’re chasing your passions, too. Life shines brighter when you do what you love.
     
Having Terrie as my coach, my therapist, is a good thing. She reminded me that my memory is not so good, something I admit, I don’t like to hear. Yeah, that sting is real. We went over a number of things we covered yesterday, and I forgot many of them.
   
Even when the messenger is kind, having a gap or weakness pointed out can feel like a spotlight you didn’t turn on. At the same time, you’re noticing the care behind it—that Terrie’s heart is in the right place. Both truths can coexist: the discomfort of being reminded, and the warmth of knowing someone’s rooting for you.
   
9/9 — Therapy Time
The day kicked off with Diane leading us on a group walk—fresh air in the lungs, feet in rhythm, eyes on the world around us. Next time, I’ll bring a bag and scoop up stray trash along the way. A moving meditation and a chance to leave the trail brighter than we found it.
   
Did I feel like a dog on a leash? I could’ve sprinted ahead—my legs were itching for it—but the group kept me tethered. I did cut the walk short, though, because my fingers were calling me back here. This little blog has turned into my favorite playground, and I didn’t want recess to end.
   
Speech therapy was canceled—Lilly’s out sick.
I hope she is alright.
The universe flipped me a “skip turn” card.
   
Then it was Terrie time. We unpacked what I’d written yesterday (yes, I may have been a bit sharp, but I swear my heart carried no malice). Then came the dreaded memory game: numbers hiding in a grid, smirking at me like tricksters. Not exactly my idea of a fun time. But I played, and—plot twist—I actually did better than I did in the last round. A small win tucked into the boredom.
   
For now, this is joy: writing words for you, stacking them into this blog, puzzling them into some kind of order. Who knows where it all leads? The future is a wide-open page. But today, I’ll keep chasing the words—unless, of course, my fingers fall off. Until they might fall off, I will keep typing words for your perusal.
     
Just hopped off the phone with my sister, Willow—though to me she’ll always be “Kath.” She’s been my rock for so long, always showing up in ways both big and small. After my accident, she didn’t just visit me in the hospital—she anchored me there, reminding me that family is a kind of medicine you can’t get in any prescription bottle.
 

Kath and I 

After my accident, she even took on the epic task of driving my 1975 VW411 all the way back to San Diego from Atlantic City. (That car may have been stubborn, but she’s tougher.) And that’s just one story among a whole catalog of moments where she’s stepped in, cared, and carried more than her share.
   
Kath, if you’re reading this:
THANK YOU!
You’ve been a lighthouse on stormy nights.
The best sister anyone could dream up.
     
And then—because the universe decided to double down on goodness—about an hour and a half later, my phone rang again.
This time it was my daughter, April.
Our talk lit me up.
She’s glowing with excitement, with her little one due at the end of October.

With baby, April on the left. Her sister, Jasmine, on the right. 

There’s something magical in her voice —a mix of anticipation and joy that only comes when life is about to unfold in the most beautiful way. She promised to call more often (music to my ears) and shared how well things are going for her and husband Jake. Their path forward looks bright, solid, and full of promise.
   
Two conversations, two hearts that mean the world to me, all in one day. It felt like the universe dropped me a reminder: love shows up in a thousand different forms—sometimes as a sister who drives across the country for you, sometimes as a daughter whose laughter carries the future in it. Today I’m holding both close.
     
9/10 — Off to the Races
By 9 a.m., I was already sprinting into therapies like it was the opening lap of a grand prix. First up, Terrie. We revisited some past exercises—my mind grumbling, “I don’t really like . . . “—but she kept me on track.
   
One test had me tapping a moving dot on a huge screen, quick and precise. Basically Whac-A-Mole, but with higher stakes. The hardest part? Not the tapping—it’s shutting down the little voice that insists I’m doing badly (spoiler: that voice doesn’t help).
 
Terrie reminded me—again—about strategies I tend to forget. Not my favorite thing, being called out on that. But hey, if the tools sharpen the brain, maybe they’re worth the sting. She mentioned this could help with driving. Considering I’ve logged thousands of miles post-accident without incident, I had to laugh. Still, better safe than sorry.
   
Next came Dino. Speech therapy, kind of. We barely touched on speech drills, because our conversation detoured into ChatGPT and how it could analyze my books and spit out fresh word treasures. He’s got a clever mind, and I like that he lets me play with ideas instead of just drills.
     
Then Mary Ann had me back to juggling. Three balls in the air over the bed—starting to feel smoother, cleaner. I’m catching my own sloppy throws faster, which is its own little victory. I told her (again) that I’d love to wander across the street and practice outside. She (again) gave me the “liabilities” speech. Fair enough—it’s her job.
   
But it’s funny: I’ve walked and run across parts of the U.S., New Zealand, Australia, and Europe without so much as a scratch, yet here I can’t cross a quiet road.
Contained, yes.
But I’ll juggle anyway.
   
Now I’ll feed these words into ChatGPT and see what magic comes out.
It’s always a surprise what bounces back—kind of like juggling, but with words instead of balls.
And, with this blog, I don’t drop (well–sometimes–sorry.)
     
9/10 — Charlie Kirk
Yesterday, Charlie Kirk left this world far too soon. He packed more living into his years than most manage in twice the time. His fingerprints are all over the good he sparked, and he’ll be missed deeply—by me, and by countless others.
 
Charlie’s faith was in God and Jesus. Mine is in questions, in doubt, in the spark of human wonder. And yet—we both burned with conviction. His life reminds me: belief or no belief, what matters is how fiercely you live, how you throw your energy at shaping the world.
     
I’ve never subscribed to any of the thousands of gods humanity has dreamed up. And if I’m called before one someday? Well, I’ll simply say—”You know what proof I needed—you never gave it.” If that lands me in some so-called hell, then the blame rests elsewhere. Besides, the Bible never mentions “hell” the way pop culture paints it.
   
Charlie’s passing stirs the old paradox: why do bright lights flicker out early?
Maybe the better question is—how brightly will I shine while I’m here?
Are you going for the gusto?
   
9/11 — SALSA!
Today wasn’t a “therapy” day in the usual sense. Instead, I served up a different kind of medicine: Salsa. My therapy of choice. One big batch, shared with everyone, and the reviews came back hotter than a jalapeño in July.
   
Remember my salsa? If not, just say the word, and I’ll be happy to pass the recipe along to you. Patricia Ferrari of West Chester, PA, once wrote me after tasting it at Booths Corner Farmers Market >>
“I just wanted to say that your salsa is sensational!
I was instantly hooked. I will not buy supermarket salsa ever again.
Summers Salsa is so fresh and healthy.
It should be sold at ALL supermarkets.”

Even the therapists wanted in—I’ve now officially supplied the whole crew with the recipe.
     
I’ve traveled and explored my way around the world, making salsa along the way. Visiting and making salsa in California, Europe, Colorado, Australia, Pennsylvania, Japan, and New Zealand. No matter the continent, one constant—happy eaters everywhere!
   
On a more serious note, I joined a phone call today with six others, all talking about how I’m doing here. No bad comments—music to my ears. Still, talking with some of the other patients reminded me: some people have been in places like this for years.
That’s not my path.
I miss my freedom.
I plan to claim it back.
For now, I must wait.
     
9/12 — As my mind clicked on, I looked over at the clock: 3:33 am. It looks like I slept well.
     
First thing, my current joy, working on this blog for you.
It comes out later today.
I have to make sure every letter and every word is in the right place and necessary.
That’s one key to good writing: have just the necessary words, nothing more.

The therapy today was to assemble the planter that came in. Initially, Terrie helped, then she had a patient to attend to. My next therapy was with Jules on Speech. She helped me move the planter project forward. She pointed out some spots I did not articulate clearly, so that was my therapy.

AND WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING FR YOUR UPCOMING WEEK?

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THE GARDEN THIS WEEK

Yes, I keep this little gardening corner—Because growing things is pure magic! I love the skill, and I hope you’ll fall in love with it, too.
   
❄️ Winter has arrived, but don’t pack away. Your green thumbs are just yet. There are still plenty of things to grow—and don’t forget the joy of indoor gardening! Windowsills can become jungles, and kitchens can sprout mini salad bars.
 
A self-supporting life is a brighter,
Freer life—and gardens are a wonderful Piece of that puzzle. Imagine harvesting your own fresh basil, or pulling up Carrots you grew yourself—delightful!
       
I’m heading back on the road now,
So my garden chatter may pause.
But oh, how I hope Beth continues
To tend our veggie patch—we poured.
So much love into it!
     
✨ So, why not begin your own garden today?
Big or small, indoors or out—it could nourish
your body, brighten your soul, and maybe
Even be essential one day. 

START YOUR GARDEN TODAY!
It may grow into one of the best adventures of your life.

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MY SELF—THE GARDENER >>
My story is only halfway written—oh, the adventures still ahead!
I have so much life to live, so much joy to give.
I want to touch lives near and far—even those I’ll never meet.
   
I’m not done—not even close!
I dream of living beyond 100, because honestly? I feel like I’ve just begun.
Will you join me on this journey past 100?
   
Fresh chapters are waiting for me (and for you!)
Brimming with transformation, magic, and surprise—be ready.
I hope you stay on the right path toward the success you desire.
   
Somewhere out there, people are waiting—waiting for my story.
Awaiting my spark, my comeback—to ignite their own greatness.
I am ready to shine brighter, love deeper, and give more than ever before.
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ALL OUR LIVES, WE GET TO PLAY THE GAME OF CHALLENGE!
YOUR QUEST FOR THE WEEK >>
Turn on your inner spark and push yourself toward excellence—
One bold step, one tiny habit at a time.
Do it this week, then let it snowball into your daily rhythm.
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NEXT BLOG ADVENTURE >>
BLOG 342—Golden Rules to Live By After Sixty (and Shine Like Never Before!)
Because life after sixty isn’t about slowing down—it’s about Leveling Up,
Laughing Louder, and Living Bolder. 
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ALWAYS REMEMBER,
YOUR PRESENT SITUATION IS NOT YOUR FINAL DESTINATION,
THE BEST IS YET TO COME!