This has been one of those years where all of a sudden you take a glance at the calendar and realize “it’s December!” December? When did that happen?
This year has been a struggle. When I left my corporate job, quite a few years ago, I promised I would maintain some control over my time. It was something I did not do previously. I worked long hours and weekends and was on call all the time. I lived for that company and now I realize what a mistake that was.
I thought the death of a close friend had taught me the lesson of valuing time. I thought the same when I lost my Dad. However, it was not until I was diagnosed that I realized my focus had been all wrong. I began making changes, realizing the importance of time and doing the things that really bring me joy.
This year I seemed to have lost control again. Committing myself to tasks that were time-consuming and losing focus of what I wanted. And as we all know, when you suffer with a debilitating disease we endure struggles that others seldom see or understand. This year has been a struggle. And now it’s December.
The Christmas holiday is approaching. It reminds me of the special gift of the season and the gifts we share with one another. I also have the gift of being able to change, or perhaps correct course. It’s time. Wiser choices. More time for me.