It is WAY too early in the year for me to start thinking about Cold and Flu season, so when my husband was ill this past weekend, we assumed it was a side- effect of the new kidney medication he started taking that same day. However, when my daughter became ill Sunday night, I had a revelation, it was a flu. I stayed up with her all night, cleaning up the sick every hour or so until around lunch time Monday. I wasn’t feeling well myself by that time, so I stayed camped out in my favorite recliner chair with a good book and tried to WILL myself back to health. Luckily, I seem to have been suffering from exhaustion only since I feel better (so far). It always amazes me that we can all live in the same house, share drinks, share kisses and hugs, tickle, snuggle, and blow raspberries, and yet when the flu comes around it always misses someone. I should be grateful of course, I HATE being sick, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but I’m a scientist at heart and always wonder WHY? Why did it get my husband and daugter and not my son and I? What did we all do different to get these different results. It’s hopeless of course, it is a scientific impossibility to nail down all the variables, but it’s still fun to wonder…

There are times in life when you have to practically jump in front of the opportunity bus to get ahead. They are hard times. Times when I feel like the whole world is pushing me down in the race to the front. My life has been like that for the last 6 months. A few weeks ago, things started to change. The best opportunities come after you’ve thrown yourself in front of the bus, created a chance for yourself, and the rest falls into your lap. A project fell into my lap. It was to type a book from photo files of typewriter-written pages. It was long and tedious, my arms and hands ached for weeks since, but the accomplishment I felt upon finishing it was a feeling I had not had since the beginning of ‘08. Now, the opportunities keep dropping, and I feel luckier and luckier everyday. And all because I lept in front of that opportunity bus, assuming I would lose everything and continue on struggling. Sometimes you have to fight for what will make you happy, we all know that, but we don’t always see that the battles we’re fighting are heading us in that direction. Just keep fighting for what you know is right, what you want, what will make you happy, and even when it seems like the wrong battle, the dust will settle and you just might see yourself as the hero that saved the day.