Speaking of tech savvy, which I am (repeatedly) not – I spent 15 minutes this morning attempting to sign into my WordPress account, which did not, for reasons that escape rationale, recognize me. However, my commitment to blogging has proven sincere as I did not allow this minor annoyance (ha!) to disrupt my intention to write. Firstly, I want to thank those of you who read my blog, and ask that you continue to do so. Secondly, I’d like to touch (just touch) on a pivotal topic mentioned in yesterday’s post; dying parents. I know this is not light reading, (duh) but that hardly makes it unworthy. Part of growing older and growing up is (at the very least) the awareness that your parents will not live forever (so treat them well), that you will be an orphan (surprisingly difficult), and that you are next at bat (terrifying). A stark, humbling realization. Priorities can change (as I believe they ought) and perhaps we have the time and wisdom to allow life lessons that have been banging at our proverbial doors into our lives. I re-examine what matters and how to spend my time. Time becomes more precious as I have less of it. I see myself more clearly and put energy into how I choose to express myself,  with whom I bother sharing, and what I wish to communicate. It requires consideration. I blurt less, and put very concentrated energy into responding to something that displeases me in a manner different than my younger years, when I’d yell. Anger was my armored cover-up for fear and sadness. It’s blustery brusqueness felt more powerful than my feelings, but the behavior did (and does) not serve me. It pushed people away, and appeared (although it really wasn’t, in my case) unloving. The biggest issue being, in feeling unloved, those I spoke to stopped listening, and hearing. Since my deepest intention is to communicate (and well) the behavior proved a non-serving one. Allow me to end today’s post with a quote from Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross: “The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. Beautiful people do not just happen.” Amen. Have a great weekend, see you Monday.