Posted by Danny
Last week was one of the saddest weeks I’ve had in a while. Who knows why? It could be any number of things.
When I get into these down moods, I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking. That may be what gets me in trouble.
This week, it has dawned on me that too often I’m choosing a life of fear. I’m choosing fear over hope. I’m choosing thanklessness over gratefulness.
I worry about life when the kids grow up versus enjoying them today. Instead of being grateful for my health, I continue to question why Lisa got cancer. I dread the holidays – instead of celebrating what they stand for. My fears can rob me of living today.
I was at practice for A Christmas Carol last week. The Ghost of Christmas Past is a young girl, about six years old. She’s adorable.
In the scene, Scrooge has been exposed to remembrances of Christmases long ago. And at one point, he realizes that the woman he loved when he was young is now dead. He says, “It seems just like yesterday that we were together.” Time has moved on, and yet he has nothing to show for it.
The little spirit finally encourages Scrooge to say Merry Christmas. He struggles to get the words out of his mouth.
Her message? Scrooge is responsible for his own happiness. Only he can make himself joyful. And, I guess, only he can rob himself of the same.
Last week, I allowed myself to be Scrooge. I bah humbugged life. And life, I know all too well, is short.
So I’m going to choose hope. And I’m going to be grateful. Or at least I’m going to try.