What A Difference A Day Makes

Every once in a while the opening line of an old song by Dinah Washington https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmBxVfQTuvI plays in my head. The line, which is also the title of the song, is “What a Difference A Day Makes”. A day. 24 hours. You wouldn’t think a lot can happen in a day until it happens to you.

For me the song is symbolic. It isn’t a day I am amazed at in this moment but rather a few months. This year. It’s November now. 2017 is almost over. I feel that I am a completely changed person from who I was when this year began. A day, a week, a month, or a year are enough to completely change a life.

I knew from the beginning of this year that it was a year of transition. A year of change. This is a year that would show me a different side of my life. My attitude would change. The focus of my life would be different.

And it is. At the beginning of the year I was sliding along letting life happen. I was not focused on myself at all. Instead I was more focused on helping everyone else around me. I put myself on the back burner.

Of course, when you put yourself on the back burner, you soon run out of steam. You can’t fill a glass from an empty pitcher. This is what I ultimately was attempting to do. Since the gift of performing miracles is not mine, I was unable to continue on that way. I was depleting my own energy, forgetting to replenish my own body and soul, and giving all I had to everyone else around me.

This year things changed. In March I began this blog. I wasn’t sure where it was headed when it began. I’m still unsure where it’s going. All I know is that it’s important to me. It’s my voice. And even if I am the only reader, it’s OK.

Working with the outreach nurse at work, instead of focusing on my physical health issues this year as I have in the past, we decided I should attempt to work on my mental health issues. In fixing those perhaps we can find the answer to the physical issues. And so it began that these blog posts, along with the private “Brain To Fingers” http://empath.educatetheusatoday.com/brain-to-fingers/ exercises I do and post in my private writing group online, serve as an outlet for the crazy thoughts in my head.

In April I began to attend “Healing Through Journaling” workshops with a friend. They have done wonders for me. The lady who hosts them, Eva, has a gift for helping me see which direction I need to move next. She can sense which questions I need to ask myself. The answers I find are my own.

And here it is, November, and because of all those little things I am not who I was in January. The day I made those decisions to do those things – Those days made the difference. And so, what a difference a day makes!