Gratitude Day 121

Once upon a time…

there was a girl.

She was born three months early and wasn’t supposed to make it.

But she did.

The girl had a loving family.

She grew up in a small town in a time when it was okay for children to play outside with their friends, just so they were all home by the time the streetlights came on. Danger wasn’t in her vocabulary.

Even while living this charmed life, the girl always felt different. She knew she was different.

The girl grew up and had the usual insecurities. She wasn’t a member of any cliques, not popular, she knew many people, but she had only a few good friends. She was really excited for the possibility to be an exchange student after graduation, but her parents were fearful of the situation in South Africa in the late 1970s so she didn’t go.

Her plans were to work for a year then go to college. That didn’t happen when she met her first husband and got married in 1981.

Twelve years, two children, and one divorce later, she finally got a degree.

She moved to Cleveland, OH. One of her sisters died.

She raised her children and met her love Larry.

Five new grandchildren, two dogs, numerous challenges, two degrees, the death of her parents, and 4987 days later Larry died.

Sounds pretty boring, right?

Her Pro and Con list leans heavily towards the Pro side.

The girl, now a woman, learned many lessons along the way:

She identified her true friends;

Found herself again as a result of being alone;

She loves to laugh;

Loves her children and grandchildren;

Finally loves herself;

Faced her demons;

Identified her shadows;

Didn’t give up even though there were times she wanted to;

Is much better now than she was 15 months ago;

Learned to never settle for less than what she deserves because she was fortunate to experience unconditional love;

She has hope for the future,

but still feels like that girl who doesn’t belong.

I guess she can’t have everything.

XO Lisa ❤️


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