Good Morning Friends,
My wife Kathleen was talking to my mother on the phone yesterday and my Mom asked if I was doing OK, since my blogs have seemed somewhat negative lately. I think she is right, they haven’t been very inspirational; my bad attitude is starting to affect everything I try to do. This attitude is a hole I fell into a while back and can’t seem to pull myself out of. I almost reach the top but the earth crumbles beneath my hands and I fall back to the bottom. This happens to everyone whether you have parkinson’s or not, they even have a word for it - life.
When you write everyday about what it is like to have parkinson’s it’s hard to stay upbeat. It’s hard to stay upbeat period, life has it’s fast songs and slow songs - waltzes and box steps. The only way for me to be the Fred Astaire of emotion, to dance no matter what music is playing while maintaining a constant positive outlook is to force it - to work at it - and to never give up. That is called being a Pollyanna. The definition of a pollyanna according to the dictionary is :
a person characterized by irrepressible optimism and a tendency to find good in everything.
Sounds simple. and in a way it is. It seems to me that if a fake smile - yawn - laugh, is the same to your brain as a real one, a fake positive outlook will be also. By trying to be a pollyanna you become a pollyanna.
I started writing this blog as therapy, and have watched it turn into a necessity. Necessary therapy for myself and my readers But, in order for it to work, in order for it to inspire me and others, in order for it to help us find that reason to get up in the morning happy to be alive and thankful for all the blessings we have received. I must put on my best happy face - buck up and become a Pollyanna cracker.
Writing about all the bad things, being negative and wallowing in self pity helps no one - it only makes me want to stay in bed, and it makes my mother worry. And, I really don’t want to have to explain when I see my Dad in heaven that, at age 56, I’m still making his wife worry. The first step is to tweak the name again So, from now on, instead of calling these ramblings "Andy’s Life" they will be known as “Andy’s Wonderfull Life.” For that, my friends, is what I have - a wonderful life. I am the luckiest Pollyanna in the world. i am surrounded by love, beauty and happiness.
May I have my cracker now please?
I love each and every one of you...
Thank you dear readers, writing to you gives me hope, joy and purpose. I wish to never stop...
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\