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I was on a friend's Facebook page today wherein she was lamenting the fact that she is middle aged and has not accomplished anything in her life that is noteworthy. I understand. And though I did remind her of her very many accomplishments, one being that she raised 5, yes FIVE, children, which if it were up to me there would be a yearly award show complete with T.V. coverage of red carpet arrivals, $5,000 gowns and statuettes to honor all hardworking NORMAL, REGULAR gals who do not get a rouse of applause every time they step off the elevator and arrive at work. She has my empathy, my admiration, and my respect. I think most people feel the pangs of what ifs upon reaching midlife. When we are young we all want to do something noteworthy and important. We want recognition, respect, money, position, status, honor, praise, importance. Some of us get it in spades, some not so much. Most of us will live lives that are just ordinary. Most of us will not grow up to do great things ... at least not by what the world considers great. Worrying about the future and regretting the past makes the present joyless.

of you who read my blog know that I am out of work for the second time in the last three years. I don't know why this happened again. But, I can't change it and I have no power over the future. All one can do is keep moving forward and try not to lose hope. There is a reason for everything BUT what sucks about that is that it's usually easier to accept this when you've moved beyond your sorry circumstances and can look back on the period of trial with a new pair of eyes. My friend, who I know has great strength, a heart full of love and humor, and the ability to endure, is far more amazing than she realizes. I won't reveal her identify because I want to honor her privacy and beside that, she might kill me, but girlfriend ... from me to you ... you are AMAZING.

Since the year ONE people have searched for meaning. There is nothing new under the sun. Everything old is new again. Struggles come and go FOREVER until we die. But in the words of the amazing Stevie Wonder ... EVERY LIFE HAS MEANING.



  1. Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
    Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
    Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya,
    O Lord, kum bay ya.


  2. Oh, bunny!

    Debbie, this is a great post. Every life certainly does have meaning, but I disagree about not having power over your future. You're the master of your own ship, the CEO of your own life... You have TOTAL power!

    "O Lord, kum bay ya...."

  3. Hi Debbie
    I completely agree that your friend HAS accomplished great things in her life. It's just sad that our society will never give her the kind of recognition for raising 5 children as someone who started a business. Your friend has my vote.


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