When I first retired several years ago I couldn’t find any meaning in my life which gave me peace. There was something more that I needed to do but I didn’t have a clue as to what that was. Was my life going to end before I had done what I was sent here to do? I began writing to see if I could come up with clues. I looked at my earlier life and discovered that I had experiences, both happy and sad which contained meaning that I was only now beginning to discover. I was able to put some of those in a book, Save Your Fork-Dessert Is On The Way which I am now enjoying sharing with others.
This morning, Thanksgiving Day, I thought about Viktor Frankl who wrote, Man’s Search For Meaning. He was an Austrian neurologist who was holocaust survivor. His stories have always caused me to pause in awe at the strength and depth of his life. “The one thing you can’t take away from me is the way I choose to respond to what you do to me. The last of one’s freedoms is to choose one’s attitude in any given circumstance.”
I know my experience several years ago pales in severity to what Viktor Frankl experienced. But I always do appreciate his basic premise of the power we have in determining how we choose to experience life.
This makes me very happy. Wishing you joy this holiday season.