Sunday, September 29

Sunday Blues

 

It has been a long-standing tradition for Americans not to work on Sunday since it is considered to be a HOLY DAY.


However, these days don't matter, if you work in healthcare, law enforcement, news media, retail, entertainment, sports, or the military.  In short, pretty much everyone works on a Sunday.


For me and others like me, who are retired, every day is a Sunday so to speak.  Each day that we wake up alive is a special day and a day for which we should be grateful, whether we are 8 or 80.


Most of us don't think about each day as being special or that we should be grateful for it, we just think it is another day.  I'm sure this is true for people in prison or those who only have a few days or hours left to live.


However, it should not be that way for the rest of us.


Some of us are alone and have no one with whom to share our life and for them, every day is not so special.  It is true that having a companion is better but altogether not necessary.  It is up to you to find your own joy; a companion cannot find that joy for you.


I find joy in writing.  I can write whether I am with someone or if I am alone and become absorbed in that writing.  Being out and around nature also provides me with a similar degree of joy.  I don't need a companion to walk through a wooded area and appreciate what is around me.


Find your own joy and graciously accept what life has given you.

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