Looking back in life is most of the time a great thing. We can always learn from our story. I was cleaning my picture files on my computer, when I came across this picture. Instead of me interpreting it as a sad memory, it triggered in me a retrospective of how far I have become in my journey. It gave me a sense of the type of person I have become. Strong, decisive, so very self-confident, and knowing when to choose to be by myself. There’s strength in solitude. Did I drink the whole bottle of wine? Frankly, I don’t remember. I do remember it was a good German Riesling.
I always dress myself and my table even when it is a solo affair. I am the most important person in my life. Sounds selfish, but really, it is not. Self-importance is an indication of your inner and outer strength. It is the best education you can give your children, so they, in turn, become self-confident and self-reliant. Very important, because we are not going to be around forever. Always do what you want to teach your children, They do what you do, not what you say.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. It was the best because I had Thanksgiving the way I wanted and it was the worst of times because I had all the anxieties and excitement of being by myself in a new city. Life is always like that. Our lives are a tale of two cities, just as Mr. Dickens would say himself.
To the philosopher in each one of us.
To all our memories. I am grateful for each one of them.
Happiest Thanksgiving! There’s something to be thankful for. Always.