Every morning I excitedly get out of bed. Just a few minutes of goals and visions for the day 1)swirl in my head. No 2)lingering for me, no alarm, no wishful notes, too. Just me in my night gown with no hat.
I sit down to enter my dreams and what can be noted, in my journal entries that began long ago with a tiny book and its lock and key. I used to
3)dwell on all the 4)icky things back then, but now I write life with my cheers and 5)glees instead.
I remember the days I didn’t know whether I was going to live or die. I also never thought I’d see why cancer came by. I’m glad I had cancer because today I like the who I’ve become, which would have never occurred had it not appeared.
If I dwell, I can remember the day of the
accident that left me in a wheel chair for years. I don’t, because I know if I do, today there will be a lot of have-nots and a heart of tears, too.
As a coach I’ve been trained to be in the
present moment. Thank goodness for apple trees. For if it had not been for growing things, fresh air would not have existed, and I would not be able to enjoy
breathing it all in.
Next I write wisdom; only wisdom that I can share. I know that someone will be here and be
inspired because I cared. I travel through my day with a soul of glee, knowing, really knowing, this is the right place for me to be. The excitement occurs when I pick up my pen and get the surprise of how far it has all come.
I know there were days long ago when I 6)dreaded
my day. I’m glad there are none of them anymore. For when their 7)inklings first appear, I now have the
training and support to make them disappear.
Coaching made me work so that I can appear.
When I 8)crawl under the covers at night, I smile with prayer at the difference I made in everyone’s life this day. Just because I was there. Before I 9)drift off to sleep, my 10)sugarplums swirl with what next I can do with my pen. I nod off to sleep, gracefully and slowly, lingering on the stories yet to be told.
Occasionally there is a 2 am up. Just because what was swirling before needs to be said. So I honor the time with my pen, and then it’s back to 11)la-la land I go. I’m so glad of my passion注, my life. It allows
everything to be said. After my last eye lid 12)shutter, my last thought is of tomorrow’s 13)putter.
每天清晨,我满怀兴奋地起床。在短短的几分钟内,脑海中闪过一整天的目标和设想。没有萦绕拖延,没有担心忧虑,也没有一厢情愿,只有穿着无帽长睡衣的自己。
我坐下来,将自己的梦想以及能够记录下来的想法全都写进日志。我从很久以前就开始写日志,一开始它只是一个带有小锁和钥匙的小本子。过去我总是不厌其烦地细述烦腻的往事,如今我则欢欣鼓舞地记下生命的恩赐。
我还记得那些不知道自己生死命运的日子。我也从没想过自己能明白癌症为何不期而至。我很高兴自己得了癌症,因为我很喜欢现在的自己。如果不是癌症的到来,就绝不可能成就现在的我。
如果稍加回想,我就会想起出事的那天,那场意外让我多年依靠轮椅行动。我不去回想,因为我知道一旦这样做,我今天就会有许多未尽的心愿以及无尽的眼泪。
作为一名导师,我接受过训练,懂得活在当下。真要感谢那些苹果树。因为如果没有这些不断成长的事物,就不会有新鲜的空气,而我也就不能畅快地呼吸。
接下来我写下智慧,智慧是我唯一能与人分享的东西。我知道有些人会来到这里,因为我的关怀而受到鼓舞。我一整天都在快乐地四处旅行——我知道,真切地明白,这就是我的归属。我拿起手中的笔,惊讶于自己能走得这么远,兴奋的感觉翩然而至。
我知道在很久以前,我曾经对自己的人生深感恐惧,如今这些恐惧消失殆尽,我真为此感到高兴。因为每当那些迹象初露矛头,我得以通过训练及他人的支持将其一一克服。导师生涯让我不断工作,得以显现真我。
夜幕降临,我在被褥下翻来覆去,微笑着祈祷,因为这一天我让他人的生活有所改变。只因为我在那里。渐入梦乡之时,我为自己接下来能用手中的笔做些什么而感到丝丝甜蜜。我打着盹,优雅而缓慢地进入梦乡,将要讲述的故事萦绕不散。
偶尔我会在凌晨两点起床,只因为将要成型的故事在我脑海盘旋。所以我尊重这些挥笔抒怀的时光,然后再次回到梦中的虚幻之境。我的病痛与人生让我欢欣,让我畅所欲言。最后眨一眨眼,我闭上双眼,想象着明天的闲庭信步。
