The little things that count...

I picked up my niece's guitar on Sunday, and couldn't believe how much I had missed it.  I used to play guitar as a kid.  For many years I went to guitar lessons.  My teacher's name was Lee.  My sister had been to her, then got bored and left.  Then it was my turn.  It was the one thing I never gave up a child (along with my love of drawing and painting).  When my younger sister decided she also wanted to go to lessons, my parents had to buy her a new (um, second hand) guitar.  I wasn't about to give mine up quite yet...

My ex husband once said something that made me realize how differently we all see the world He was going through rehab for about the 3 rd time… I left soon afterwards. He seemed sure that this time he was going to make it through and beat the drugs.  He didn’t.  But while battling and “trying” to beat his demons… he said to me, “ I think that once I’m clean I’ll look into becoming a role model for kids”.  I probably stared at him blankly.  His reasoning “maybe this is my calling in life.  Maybe I had to go through all this to find the reason why I’m here.”.  My answer “what do you mean why you’re here?”.  “My calling.  The reason I’m alive.  Why I was put on Earth.  I'll be a motivational speaker or counselor.”  I’m sure I must’ve looked at him like he had 3 heads.  “You don’t need a reason to be here. Or a reason to be a role model. Just accept that you’re here and enjoy the life you have to the fullest.  Make the...