Filling the Hole in the Soul

                                              Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

September 22, 2017

I am 72 years old and I can't wait to live.

I'm excited about life. This is novel!

I feel undeserving which is hard to admit. I've never been able to to enjoy life because I was stuck, physically and emotionally. Now that I'm healing, courtesy of my higher power and support team, I'm allowing myself this moment of contentment. Surveying the situation, sated. This is finally MY LIFE, curated by ME. Suffice it to say, it took awhile.

It feels grand, my kind of grand, that fills the empty hole inside. The hole that aches after decades of not being nurtured. The kind of grand money can't buy. 

For, you see, my empty hole is beginning to be filled up—not with candy, doughnuts or jewelry—but with a beautiful, ineffable "something" I've been searching for my whole life. 

The ticket, I think, is simply to look around and notice the people, the positive, the goodness. And to receive all of the above because we're worthy of being loved. Each and every one of us, even me.