Loss, Regrets, and the meaning of them
So with some alterations, I managed to knock off about 50 grand on the house renovation ... it's still expensive, but I think I have to move forward with it at this point. It's just time. And it's time to go get measured for a wheelchair as well ... and get a van for that. Life is so much different than what I had envisioned when I was young ... and I'm sure it will continue to defy me in that regard as I move forward .... regrets raising its head I guess.
And some related ideas on this ....
I recently had some thoughts connecting some previous concepts I had recorded on here. It concerns letting go, but the recent Christmas Holiday connected it to the idea that giving is losing.
The original thought was that when you give during the Christmas Holidays, you're actually losing something ... and that the meaning of Christmas Giving is so much more significant when applied to God the Father's gift of His Son. It's a marvelous thought about the worth He raised us to.
I started thinking about how there were no regrets over this act and the reasons why this would be. It all connects back to the fact that it was a conscious decision and that the loss had a purpose. I've thought about what to do with all the things I won't be able to use anymore and most of it centered around selling the items. But maybe that isn't the right approach. I think it would be more meaningful ... and maybe less painful ... to give them to people I cherish that I know will value them. And it might just ease the regrets that I sometimes feel.
And some related ideas on this ....
I recently had some thoughts connecting some previous concepts I had recorded on here. It concerns letting go, but the recent Christmas Holiday connected it to the idea that giving is losing.
The original thought was that when you give during the Christmas Holidays, you're actually losing something ... and that the meaning of Christmas Giving is so much more significant when applied to God the Father's gift of His Son. It's a marvelous thought about the worth He raised us to.
I started thinking about how there were no regrets over this act and the reasons why this would be. It all connects back to the fact that it was a conscious decision and that the loss had a purpose. I've thought about what to do with all the things I won't be able to use anymore and most of it centered around selling the items. But maybe that isn't the right approach. I think it would be more meaningful ... and maybe less painful ... to give them to people I cherish that I know will value them. And it might just ease the regrets that I sometimes feel.