Thank you. This comment is at least as good as what i wrote and i’m glad the feelings came through.

Like you, i will carry it with me and remember it when i look for brighter days.

Thanks for letting me share it. I made it for myself, after a great day caught me by surprise, so I could read about it on the days that were difficult.

I woke this morning, and something was different.

Nothing announced it. No great revelation, no sudden understanding. Just the quiet of a morning that asked nothing of me.

I turned in my bed. I sat up. I stood.

And somewhere between standing and taking that first step, I realized I hadn’t thought about any of it.

There was no negotiation. No wondering what the day would allow. No deciding what was worth doing and what would have to wait.

I simply walked.

I walked into the kitchen, reached for my coffee, bent to pick something off the floor, and stood again.

Such ordinary things. Such magnificent, ordinary things.

I thought about going outside, and then I went.

Not because I had carefully considered it. Not because I had saved enough of myself to make the journey.

I wanted to go, and that was reason enough.

The world hadn’t changed. The sun was the same sun. The birds sang the same songs. The people went about their business, unaware that something extraordinary had happened to one man that morning.

I had been given a day.

A whole day that belonged to me.

Not divided into what I could and couldn’t do. Not measured by how much I had left. Not borrowed against tomorrow.

Mine.

And I found myself smiling at things that deserved no particular smile.

A walk across the yard. A little work around the house. Standing in the sunshine with nowhere I needed to sit.

I could make plans without first asking permission from something I could neither see nor control.

And perhaps that was the greatest gift of all.

For once, I wasn’t thinking about myself. I was thinking about the world, and all the little things in it that I might like to do.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds. I have learned not to make promises on tomorrow’s behalf.

But today?

Today, I walk without thinking. I stand without effort. I move because I wish to move. I live because there is living to be done.

I have no crown. I own no kingdom. There are no servants at my door, no riches waiting in my name.

But I have something that no amount of gold could purchase.

For this one beautiful, ordinary day, my life belongs to me.

And today, I walk like a king.

You were overwhelmingly kind in comments on one of my posts. So it made me happy to find this post.

I wrote something years ago when I was recovering from illness. Very similar struggles as you faced.

It’s called Today I Walk Like a King and I’d be happy to share it if you want to read it.

Works for me!

Now that was awesome and something I never expected. I didn’t even consider the horse. 🤣

In a perfect world, such a life
Outdoor freedom and chasing mice.

However, in the area, which I live
Only one guarantee I could give.

Turkey vultures, Hawks, and more
They spend their lives as prey and not much more.

So for now, they’ll take their window scene, and afternoon trips to the backyard catio (16’x8’) in between.

Felix just got himself another like on YT.

Thanks!

Thanks and I’m going to agree with you on the fresh cut tomatoes. I might be wrong, but I think they would bring the dish towards a more sour flavor.

Your recipe looks very intriguing and something we may be trying out in the near future. Thank you for sharing it as well.

Chicken 4 ounce
Red Pepper half a cup.
Garlic one clove.
Coconut milk quarter cup.
Basil and oregano 1/2 teaspoon.
White rice one cup.

Not deaf in either, but if he doesn’t want to do something, he acts like he is.

😂

Awesome cat!

I’ve got a few of them and will be posting. Thanks!

Thanks friend! 🙏

We spend a lot of time with these guys. The end result of an abandoned cat breeding home (when the tenants moved out, they simply left the cats).

Long story short. We fed, befriended, fixed, then fell in love with them.

I write what I see or what I think about as we care for them. Their stories are applied to pictures and hopefully we can share some of the happiness they bring us to everyone.

I’m glad you like them!

Kompa is beautiful too.

That’s an impressive amount of certainty about a life he’s never lived.

He doesn’t know whose hand the man has held, what he’s lost, who he’s loved, what he’s given, or what he’s done when nobody was watching.

Yet somehow he’s appointed himself qualified to measure another man’s humanity.

That’s the irony here.

He wrote an entire paragraph about compassion while demonstrating none.

He wrote about love while using it as a weapon.

And he condemned someone for thinking only of himself while never once considering that he might be wrong.

If this is his demonstration of what it means to be human, he may want to choose a different example.

Photobombing by the black Kitty did not go over well.

Awesome, the important part is it came out great!

No worries on following the exact recipe.

I do look forward to seeing the picture! If it looks better than mine did, I might be switching over to Frozen!

You speak of her fondly. And knowing that her ‘judgmentalness’ is increasing as time goes on, she’s perfect!

Molly is beautiful!

Turn back the clock, and my Ginnie looked exactly like your Molly.

Be advised, if you think she judges now, just wait till she gets her formal robes! (Meaning her darker color.)

And if she’s anything like ours, she’ll love you just as much as she judges you.

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