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A Little Somethin’, Somethin’…

5.11.2010 | My Blog, Uncategorized

I’m not going to reveal a Kili Gala raffle prize today, my friends. I will do so tomorrow, though. Today, I’m hoping you’ll be ok with me revealing a little more of myself instead…


Once more, I feel that I need to say this to myself, and to all of you:

“Sometimes the seemingly most traumatic events often are the inspiration for doing the things we love to remember”

I’ll admit it, I have been dealt many difficult hands through my short time on this planet, and I’m still standing. In fact, I’m standing taller because of those difficult hands that I have been dealt.

My good friends know very well of my struggles and my trials, and I know that I gain the strength that I need to weather those storms, from those very friends that I hold close in my heart.

When life-changing, dramatic, shocking events occur, I look at them through the lens of my personal history. “How does this compare to…?”, or, “Is this as bad as…?”

I am amazed at how easily things fall into place when my perspective is changed to suit my reality. It often shocks me when I look at monumental events and compare them with previous disasters, and realize that you know, this newest one ain’t that bad. And I realize how little energy I need to expend on dwelling on it, and I am refreshed.

Perhaps that’s a good thing, perhaps it’s a bad habit. I’m not sure. But I do know one thing: it’s a survival technique that I am grateful to have.

And so, for today… I’m going to spend my time making my life a little better. Because every once in a while, it’s important to do that. And every so often, it’s necessary.

Happy Tuesday, all…





So true… As for me, as morbid as it sounds, everyday when I flip past the obituaries page of the local paper, I’m reminded that above all, I still have the gift of life, and that is what it is all about. A gift. Because I am still able to make a difference in someone else’s life, because as small as I am, I am still able to make a difference to a cause. Because as small as I am, I am. And that’s all that matters.

At the end of the day, when I’m six feet under, does it really matter if I was fat/thin, pretty/ugly, rich/poor? No. But it matters if my life’s journey has touched something, helped something, done something, believe in something.

To me, life is a gift and living it right, living it true is how we honour that gift. xo.


Nicely said, Claudia. There’s some nice philosophies there… xo