Making A Difference

 Making A Difference

Well, on my way to writing this blog, I got pneumonia that put me in the hospital for 10 days and under a doctor care for some months. Wow, have I been through a lot these last 12 months.

I have events and people in my life that have impacted my life. Two divorces have been the most impactful events in my life. However, it's the people that have the most impact. My father set my moral compass. My sessions with Bob changed my entire outlook in life.

Good friends who were there for me when I needed them the most impacted my life. Currently, Joyce is having the most positive impact on my life. These people have uplifted me and changed the direction my life has taken - all for the good.

I wish you all have had and are continued to have events and people having a positive impact on your life. 

This should be great, but something is missing. At 81 I'm thinking about did I make a difference? Maybe it's because I know life is short for me. Maybe it's because I'm insecure. Maybe it's because I'm somewhat depressed.

I've always been a problem solver. Not just for other people but for myself. As far as thinking about my days are short, I don't live that way. Every day I wake up I look forward to all the good stuff I have.

I've always been insecure about some things. If needing to know if I've made a difference is my insecurities, then I have to own it and accept it. If it has anything to do with been a little depressed because of all the medical stuff going on with me, I can talk that out with the people I love and trust - or just take a pill.

Is it just me or does everyone want to know if they've made a difference? I've never thought about that before. Maybe it's just what old people think about.