A Life Makeover

                                                            Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 

I, and the bird,
And the wind together,
Sang a supplication
In the winter weather.
The bird sang for sunshine,
And the trees for winter fruit,
And for love in the spring time
When the thickets shoot.
And I sang for patience
When the teardrops start;
Clean hands and clear eyes,
And a faithful heart.
--Arthur C. Benson.

I never wanted a life makeover, because I didn't want to live in regret. That doesn't mean that I don't have any regrets, but I refuse to live my life within them. This is me. This is who I am. I may not have been the world's greatest mother, child, worker, etc. You go ahead and fill in the blank, but I did the best I knew how in each role I played. 

Although, there are those weird, feel sorry for myself kind of days that attack our souls. We delve into the past for a couple of hours into the real dark, dark times and we play havoc with our conscience. Ever have those kind of moments? I sure do.

During those times, we all want a life makeover. We want to get into the car and keep driving far, far away where no one knows who we are. We can start over. A clean slate. The problem here is that we usually end up burying our heads in the sand like an ostrich. The problems end up finding us no matter where we try to run. By then, they're even worse than before, because we ignored them. We cannot run away from our problems.

Believe me, I know. There is nothing worse than having to pick ourselves up when we have failed and walk with our heads held high amid our shame. Not only do we know we have failed, but so does everyone else. There is a solution to every problem. It's just that sometimes it's a solution we don't want to face. When we walk with our heads held high, our  life makeovers happen. We slowly begin anew. We've all been there, so don't be afraid to get up off that floor. 

Have a blessed day everyone. 


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