life

Bitter or better; I choose better…


Without realising, I was being swept up in the drama and negativity of other’s actions.

I was allowing myself to engage, until realising this morning that this engagement was causing immense disharmony to my being.

So I need to disconnect. To once again become grounded in the present, and not allow my self to be carried away with the negative.

I have the choice. The choice to change, the choice to be better.

Many years ago, after suffering an immeasurable loss, I read the quote:  when tragedy strikes your life you can choose to be one of two things – bitter or better: I choose better. 

I have had to remind myself of those poignant words, and perhaps edit them slightly.

When negativity enters your life, you can choose to be one of two things – bitter or better: I choose better…

So I choose to live in the present moment, see the happiness, see the positive and revel in the good.

I will never be able to change the actions of others, yet I can change how I respond and react.

So rather than engage in bitterness, anger, and disgust, I shall embrace the quiet, the peace and the beauty of the present moment.

I choose better.

life

The colour of leaving and the importance of being present…


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‘I think you will like these lyrics Mum,’ my 21-year-old son said as I accompanied him to Brisbane yesterday so he could sit a uni (college) entrance exam for the Feb 2020 semester.

‘The song’s called The Colour of Leaving‘, he continued. 

I was immediately drawn to the title for it was cryptic, beautiful and could be interpreted in many ways. I also found it ironic considering I’d just completed my post about Meg before we left.

As the kilometres ticked over I absorbed the lyrics and as I glanced over at my beautiful son, I also embraced the importance of being present.

The moment was bittersweet and melancholic for the lyrics generated sadness, yet at the same time, the present enveloped me with love and gratitude: an interesting juxtaposition of emotions.

Settling lower into my seat, my gaze resting on my son’s strong hands, holding the steering wheel, I took comfort in knowing life is a kaleidoscope of colour, with the colours often changing with each passing moment.

And sometimes, those moments blend to form magnificent rainbows, allowing the colour of leaving to fade, and the importance of being present to shine brilliantly…