A REASON, A SEASON OR A LIFETIME.... People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty; to provide you with guidance and support; to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend, and they are.

They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.

The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.

Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Author Unknown ...
(but beautifully stated)

My daughter* and her family just lost their family dog of 13 years. The heartbreak is real, whether it is a beloved pet or family member, or friend. Tears show how much love was shared between you and your missing loved one. Don't be sad or bothered by the tears, be happy for all the time and love you had together.  KJ @ KJ-isms (*Shared with permission)

#Love #Loss #Tears #CherishTheMemories

We all look at situations with our own set of biases. But rarely do we try to look at any situation from the other persons point of view. We are so convinced that we are right and they must be wrong. WRONG!   KJ

For the most part, it doesn't really matter what the truth is. What matters most is what you believe the truth to be. And that can, at times, be the furthest from the truth.  KJ

The biggest regrets in life won’t be what you imagine they would be. It won't be not getting the job you wanted, that awesome car or girl/boy of your dreams. And it won't be what you thought you could accomplish, but didn't. The biggest regrets will be when you remember a time that you were unkind to another human being. A time when you could have chosen a kind gesture or response, but didn't. And yes, I remember times that I was unkind and will regret those times.... always. And the worst part is that one can never take them back or make them right. One can only change how they handle new situations that will come. A choice to make someone happy and glad that they met you, instead of sad.  KJ

You might think you know what love is when you stand facing your future spouse and say "I do", but that's not when you really know love.

Real and true love comes with the years, from the laughter, the tears, the joys, the heartaches and the knowledge that you could never have made it through it all, without that person by your side.

(Well, you might have made it through without them, but you wouldn't want to.)

That's when you really know what love is all about. You find out over time, that love is not what you thought it was, it is so much more. 

  KJ @ KJ-isms

Sharing a good one found on the internet.  I do not know who the author is, or I would give credit.  But, this is still worth sharing.   KJ @ KJ-isms

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old.

I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body - the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read until 4:00 AM, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's and 70's, and if I at the same time wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.  I'll smile silently to myself for they, too, will grow old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten - and I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

I can say "no", and mean it. I can say "yes", and mean it.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become.

I am not going to live forever (on earth), but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.

And I shall eat dessert (first) every single day.