This post was recovered from last summer’s drafts:
Several dear friends and extended family are struggling with serious illness. And along with comforting them, I've had to soothe my own empathetic reactions by resetting my sense of optimism to focus on my personal sense of good fortune. And that simple plan works until the phone rings, again, and my mind, absorbing distress in need of venting, responds with natural reactions so empathetic as to necessitate my initiating a repetitive plan in hopes of recharging my spirit right after replacing my landline in its charger, at which time I conscientiously push a reset button on my forehead, which recenters my processor’s focus upon the good health of my immediate family, and each time my spirit's sense of optimism plugs into today's personal sense of good fortune, my smile's wattage senses sound reason to sparkle up. At my age it’s of value to note that this plan will only gain in importance as the future unfolds. Gosh. I'd not intended to pen more than the first two sentences, suggesting that coming up with proactive plans is my thing but brevity is not ...
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