Kelly Bejelly
From the kitchen I can smell the pot of black eyed peas I am cooking. I put them on earlier this morning, seasoning the water with some chicken bouillon, a little garlic and onion powder, and some ground pepper. Once it came to a rolling boil, I turned the pot down to a simmer to let it cook. Later I’ll put on a pot rice and that’s pretty much what I’ll be eating till all the peas are gone. During these hard times with inflation and food prices rising, you do what you gotta do to make it. But with the lessons taught to me by my family we are making it so far.
It's funny how life changes you. The burden of carrying for a family often prevents you from noticing the changes within yourself. While I would never blame my family for any of my woes. Often there is a price to be paid both physically and mentally for the love you carry for them in your heart. But I learned the lessons of sacrifice from that my parents taught me. Which I’m pretty is why I’ve lived beyond even their lifetimes. Still as Murphy's law so eloquently states, “No good deed ever goes unpunished.”
So I lay in bed on a perfectly lovely day. Not really hungry but knowing that eventually I’ll have to eat. Even with this current health crisis I’m facing I know I will survive. It’s not out of fear that I live proactively, nor is it for some far off “pot of gold” many wish to see. I guess it’s just because I’m stupid enough to think I actually have something to give. That life is truly about the lives you touch both intimately and casually. That our wellbeing is directly connected to the people that we touch. So as I face this crisis within me, I don’t see this as some epitaph. But rather just another lesson to learn, as I continue to tell my story.
It's funny how life changes you. The burden of carrying for a family often prevents you from noticing the changes within yourself. While I would never blame my family for any of my woes. Often there is a price to be paid both physically and mentally for the love you carry for them in your heart. But I learned the lessons of sacrifice from that my parents taught me. Which I’m pretty is why I’ve lived beyond even their lifetimes. Still as Murphy's law so eloquently states, “No good deed ever goes unpunished.”
So I lay in bed on a perfectly lovely day. Not really hungry but knowing that eventually I’ll have to eat. Even with this current health crisis I’m facing I know I will survive. It’s not out of fear that I live proactively, nor is it for some far off “pot of gold” many wish to see. I guess it’s just because I’m stupid enough to think I actually have something to give. That life is truly about the lives you touch both intimately and casually. That our wellbeing is directly connected to the people that we touch. So as I face this crisis within me, I don’t see this as some epitaph. But rather just another lesson to learn, as I continue to tell my story.
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