Recently I have been dealing with health issues.
It isn’t important what the issues are. They could be anything. The result would be the same — doctor appointments, tests, conversations with family and friends.
The thing is, I was totally unprepared. My husband, Django the Dog and I were all ready to start an epic four-month trip out West. And bang, I broke down. Without warning.
I am being honest here. I think this happened because of hubris. That’s the Greek word for excessive pride or confidence. I remember learning the word in 9th grade when we studied the Greek myths.
I was quite taken with the myths at the time. A good example of a God exhibiting hubris was Icarus who strapped on his wax wings and flew too close to the sun.
Here I am, 60 years later, feeling sure of myself. I’m active. Life seems under control. Every day is full of potential. And then not so much.
Our bodies are like automobiles. Even when we eat well, go out for a spin daily, and get the oil changed every 15,000 miles, parts break and fuel economy is reduced.
So what is the lesson here? The only thing I can think of is:
Be Flexible and Stay Postive.
Things can change. Tomorrow is another day.
Oh, and make sure there is a good auto mechanic nearby.