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Three days of rain finally paid off for us.

There was a rainbow visible as the sun emerged.  I take this as an indicator of brighter days to come.

As a young girl I was always enamored with rainbows.  We once had a family member who even named their daughter Rainbow Lea.  (Those were the hippie days.)

As days and nights have passed by, I reflect, and I’m still trying to get a hold of myself. Moving on doesn’t happen overnight, but I’m gradually refocusing some of my plans.

I treated myself badly for the past few months at the expense of people who cared for me. I lost my job to uncontrollable situations. I think I’m ready to let go of my counseling job. I’ve reached the retiring age, but my mind and body are still good. I could lend a hand in driving my other senior citizen friends to and from the market, church, grocery, and the local YMCA – only if they have health insurance. I have a vision of a 60-year old, mind you.

I could try to cook for the congregation in the church only if you call burned bread a delicacy. I heard they give a few dollars for all the help you have contributed. One lesson that I had is that it doesn’t matter how many digits your paycheck has or how high your position at work is to brand yourself as a successful person.

It is the number of friends you have who will be at your side when the going gets tough. You need not send a smoke signal. Look what happened to me. At first I drove them away, but they insisted and made me realize that they loved me for who I am and not for what I was.

This journey to my self-recovery really begins with small steps after all.  Slow and steady wins the race.

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