It might be November 1st, but you certainly couldn’t tell by the weather. Today felt like the beginning of September.  I must admit that I enjoyed doing my errands with a light jacket. In fact, I ended up leaving it in my car. It was just too warm.

 As I shopped for my groceries, I could not help to overhear the folks around me discussing how stressed they were with trying to get everything done and how the days seemed to fly by.  I could relate to their conversations. I use to overtax myself to the point that every day felt like a blur. I believe many others feel the same but might be in denial like I was.

 Then one day, feeling really tired and drained, I sat outside in the warm sun and something magical happened.  It was as if the sun sent a message deep down beyond my skin drifting throughout my body, melting away the stress, tiredness, and relaxed me more than I could ever imagine.   Just then, sitting quietly, I listened, really listened to what was going on around me. The birds were singing, an airplane flew overhead, a child was laughing somewhere down the street, people were walking and talking, and the ice cream truck rumbled past me playing a cute little tune.  It did not take long for me to realize that I wanted more of what had touched my soul. So, I decided to make each day count. I must say,  it was not easy to change the habit of “busyness,” but I was determined to reclaim my life.

 I must admit that I still take on a tad more than I should, but instead of cramming every minute of every day, I try to make each day count.

Dear Readers, It took me a long time to realize how precious time really is.  Days, weeks, months and years are like a sandstorm, flying around then ending as quickly as it started leaving us to wonder where it went.

It’s okay to be busy, but make each day the best one ever. Life is short: work, play, make a difference, be kind, loving, brave, strong, and courageous. Take time to smell the roses, sing, dance, and learn something new.  This is your life, don’t count the days, just make each one count.

Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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