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kind words, kind deeds. well to quote a famous pop singer, that shared his name with one of my favorite comfort food dishes: two out of three ain*t bad. one of the most troubling aspects of my personality, is my lack of being kind in thought, to myself, to my peers, to my family members or to complete strangers. the nice part of having a bit of recovery, is most of the time, those thoughts, nasty names and my desire to pound someone soundly about the head and shoulders, stays in my head. the beauty of not being quite as reactive as i once was, is that no matter how unkind i may be in thoughts, i have enough recovery to keep that from becoming unkind deeds and words.
moving into my day today, one day after i found out just how bad my prize in the genetic lottery happens to be, i am okay. i still am clueless about what TP53 means for me and my risk of cancer, but today i am okay with knowing what may be coming down the pike. i can live my life and really not worry about what may happen, even though i have a bit more knowledge and possibly some cause for concern. i have been doing this recovery gig, for far too long, to allow the “what-ifs” to take over my conscious self. i can be okay, in this moment and when the FEAR raises its ugly head, i can remember that i am no sicker than i was two days ago, i am just a bit smarter. so it is off to the cigar store to work for a while this morning, as it is a bit btoo brisk to sit on my porch and enjoy a stick. life is like that, this time of year, it is coming into the middle of October anyhow! 🙈

∞ DT ∞