A Different

My menu varies as the days float by.

The alterations are not mandated by my internist, cardiologist or podiatrist. They have not been suggested by a therapist or cosmetician.

They are uniquely mine to ponder, choose and contemplate. They are the changes in my personal portfolio of temptations.

Early in life temptations seemed simplistic. “Be a good girl” were words often uttered by my beloved Dad, and I tried scrupulously to obey his only request.

During early teenage, it was also easy. Because I was reclusive not many temptations lured me and innocence protected me.

Eventually, or course, I approached the level of life where the door to temptation opened a bit wider introducing a hidden cigarette or just a sip of a cocktail. I will not deny that being a good girl became more of a challenge. However, since neither nicotine nor alcohol has ever appealed to me, the challenge was easily dismissed,

After the miracle that brought us together, my beloved and I shared not only life and love but faith. Our mutual belief bound us together until death we did part. We faced temptations together and shared our fears.

Now, although the menu has radically changed, there is only one item that represents a valid challenge. It is the inclination to give up; succumb to despair and no longer resist what happens daily to body, mind and emotional equilibrium.

I feel the temptation, and pray never to succumb to the swirling whirlpool that would quickly eradicate a lifetime of trying to remain “A Good Girl.”