You Always Have Choices

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This old gal…

Loves Fiestaware…the colors so bright…so happy…have many settings in lots of different hues…

Was chatting with a friend years ago…she too loved Fiestaware…but said she no longer used it…it was too heavy…she couldn’t lift it…

That’s odd…thought younger me…this woman is fit…healthy…but can’t lift her dish? What the heck is up with that?..

And now she knows…those hands of hers…those old hands of hers…arthritis…painful…unpredictable…sometimes can’t grip…sometimes give way…

And sometimes…can’t hold the dish…

And so it was…this husband and I had to laugh having breakfast at IHOP…hot coffee being served up in NEW mugs…everyone excited about the NEW mugs…everyone proud of the too heavy for old hands NEW mugs…

And that’s the thing with age…some things are out of our control…but we have choices…we always have choices…

And on those days when the dish gets heavy…you either find something lighter…or you use both hands…
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And this husband of mine…agrees