When I was an active care-giver. I tried not to be preoccupied. With
care-giving. And with dementia. I mused about totally unrelated stuff. And went
for long walks. For fresh air. And communion with Mother Nature. I reminded
myself. To plug variety and balance into my life. To take a break. To find reason to laugh. To
not take life so seriously. It was too easy. To lament. To feel sorry for one’s
self. Instead, I mused. About being blessed. And in love. Not only with dear
Jeanne. But with life. To tell the truth. I’m having a rollicking good time.
And I don’t feel the least bit guilty. About
being an optimist. In a world full of grumpy old pessimists. --Jim Broede
Friday, March 30, 2018
Upon entering another world.
I suspect. That those with dementia. Or signs of it
forthcoming. Flock to Musings. More than to other forums. For good reason. It’s
the least judgmental place to be. Where there’s some semblance of
understanding. Away from traditional care-givers. You are more likely to find poets and
dreamers here. Just what you need. Upon entering another world. --Jim Broede
Staying on course.
I’m lucky. Being myself. As I am now. Rather than what I
was. At another time. I’ve changed. In many ways. Remained the same, too. In other
ways. I’m free. To make choices. To reminisce about yesteryear. Or about the
future. But my reality is now. And I try to make the best of it. By living as I’ve
defined myself. A romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political
liberal, a lover, a dreamer. Maybe it’s all pretend. But it feels real. Maybe
that’s what counts. Savoring the moment. Whatever life brings. When I quit
wanting life to last forever – well, that might signal the end. For now. I’m content
to stay on course. In love. With life. --Jim Broede
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