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A Note to Me

 Note to me:  


Before Rosh Hashanah it is time to reflect and do an account of the year that has just passed.  What happened this past twelve months?  Have I grown?  I am one year older.  And a bit more forgetful.  So, not to overlook what has happened….


> I remember the day it almost ended.  A car racing by swerved into my lane with no warning. Do not forget the feeling of screeching tires, the racing heart and the sudden realization, “I could have died.”


> The doctor appointment when you knew something was askew.  The doctor acknowledged the anomaly.  His face was serious after the EKG. Thoughts immediately went into fearful overdrive….  Later, the heavy sigh that accompanied the news that “I dodged a bullet.”


> I watched my body change, saw new lines appear where skin used to be smooth and wondered how I got this old.  Am I not aging gracefully and not full of resentment at slowing down?


Own these moments.  Remember how fragile life is and that each day is a gift, like an extended loan.  


Dear me, learn to bless each day and give thanks for what did not happen and appreciate the beauty of time.   


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