Not only is that not an original thought, it isn’t even my thought. I don’t sleep through the night very often, but learned that having a small breakfast type meal in wee hours, helps me fall asleep afterward. This morning I read, for the first time, that saying, on the package of my favorite version of Thomas English Muffins: “Wake Up To What’s Possible.”
Yikes. I’ve been buying that brand for most of my life, and never noticed that before… Thinking about another saying: “An Ill Wind Blows no Good”, I realized two insights this pandemic year of Gifts (from the past) that came to me that certainly did not seem like gifts, but turned out to be.
Not sure why it took me 20 or more years to realize what a gift having experienced blood clots in my right leg turned out to be. I did realize how lucky I was to have escaped permanent damage from three separate unrelated events, but there was something far more important that I realized very recently.
I never spent time worrying much about the fact that I am definitely a stroke risk, if looked at genetically. Both my parents suffered different types of strokes in their senior years; a daughter also experienced a minor stroke in her late 40’s.
My insight: being on blood thinner for since my 2005 knee surgery that led to my first diagnosed blood clot has been an unappreciated gift that has protected me from experiencing a stroke!
I used to live in a large condo not that far from where I live now, in which I experienced disability discrimination that made my life hell on earth. After bad luck in Federal lawsuits did not provide relief, despite having the law on my side of the matter, I made a decision to move from a home I loved, for 17 years, because I knew the stress was not good for me. One way of looking at that decision is that I woke up to what was possible. And, that was a good decision.
But, just this month, I realized it was more than that. Yes, I love my new condo; it better suits my current needs than where I used to live. But, in terms of the pandemic, I am far safer where I live now. In this smaller condo the management is able to enact, and enforce, rigid requirements re masks, only one person in an elevator at a time who are not related to each other. None of that would have been possible where I used to live: it was just too big to enforce the types of policies that are enforced where I live now.
It’s never too late to Wake Up To What’s Possible…Even without that mantra, looking back into the ill winds of Covid19 restrictions, I realize that my lifelong habit of talking to strangers has led to friendships with some of them, and unbelievable kindness and support from others. I wound up cooking hot meals for the homeless; am currently forming a support group with a jump-start pro bono offer from a seasoned group therapist; I’m instigating the incoming administration with a proven concept from the 2007-2008 recession: Build America Bonds.
With all the losses that living through a pandemic has brought to me this past year, I find myself thinking ahead into what’s possible, as opposed to finding out many years afterward what was indeed possible.
ElderChicks 
This is such wise and timely advice. I, too, am not happy where I am but my resources are at the bottom 10% of the economic-social spectrum so moving is not an option. I will have to make lemonade out of lemons! However I am looking at what you are saying that it is never too late to wake up to what is possible! Right now, in a new year where I will turn 72 in 20 days, I am not sure what the possible is but I am certainly open for it! Thank you for your insightful sharing!
It’s true — we humans have a tendency to get into a rut and not even notice the amazing possibilities for change and growth all around us. My life mantra has been to say “yes” to new possibilities, or at least to examine them critically before dismissing them out of hand.
Jude
Love it…to what’s possible…I’m in!