BEST IS RELATIVE

BEST IS RELATIVE

The last few months have NOT been my best. Best is relative. My living less than my best might seem trivial to some, but it is relative to my personal benchmark. With the advent of June, I wanted – needed a change.

“I” decided that “I” would concentrate on “Me.”

Monday Morning. At the urging of my husband, “I” saw an acupuncturist. Already the “I” was not completely accurate. Monday “I” completed a round of physical therapy exercises administered by my husband. “I” obviously was not the correct pronoun for my change.

Tuesday. “I” had a two hour plus lunch with two girlfriends. We talked about everything – including vertigo and hearing aids, death, and grief, and encouraged each other to stand firm. A text from a hospitalized friend with an address and room number made me have a “what should I do with this information?” moment.

Wednesday. I sat with my manicurist as she worked magic on my crusty feet and manicured my fingernails. More than that she spoke of the places where my feeble words were pouring into her life. Wednesday evening “I” sat on the porch and played drums with my adult son.

Thursday. “I” met Ella. I went to the gym with a single focus – get in, get my heart rate up for 30 minutes and get out. Ella was seated on a recumbent bike next to the elliptical machine I normally use so I selected another. Ella says rather loudly, “Hey you can get on this machine next to me. I don’t mind because I like to talk as I work out. It helps to pass the time.” It was only then that I noticed the electric wheelchair parked next to her bike. I don’t talk to people at the gym. Talking takes time. Talking hijacks my workout. I complied with her request and spent the next 30 minutes talking to Ella about all sorts of things.

Friday. A simple question to my barber, “What’s going on with you?” opened my heart, arms, and shoulder physically and figuratively to become the co-bearer of her angst and tears. “After my time with her I headed to the hospital to sit a bit with my friend.

As I write these abbreviated details on Saturday morning, “I” realize that I cannot be authentically me without others. My week changed from the previous week. I encouraged and I was encouraged. Thursday and Friday could not have happened the way that they did without Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

I had the best week.

Luke 6:47

PONDER THIS THOUGHT---Only you can determine your best.