It’s Not A Miracle. I Am The Miracle.

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Has anyone ever told you that you couldn’t do something? Maybe they told you that you couldn’t run a race and finish it.

Maybe they told you that you wouldn’t get that job you dreamed of.

Maybe they told you that you weren’t good enough. Or smart enough. Or young enough. I get a lot of that lately. People are very intrigued by my age.

Now, I’m used to people being intrigued by me. My rugged good looks, brindle coat and corn dog tail are enough to make anyone hit pause on that VCR remote control.

But my age? I don’t get it. Like I deserve some award for being here. Like it’s some miracle I’m still here.

Well, I have news. I may be 13 now. But I’m just as determined to live my life as I was at 1. In fact, even more so. How do you feel about age?

Now, I know about gray hair. Aches and pains. Creaky everything. But just because you’re older doesn’t mean you should give up or let others tell you how you should feel.

Maybe persons talk too much about sickness and illness and doctors and such. Why is that the topic of conversation?

First, instead of asking how someone feels, tell them about the good parts of your day. Ask about theirs. Have an interest in them as an individual. Don’t assume they want to talk about what’s wrong instead of what’s right.

Age may just be a number. And in our minds we may feel like the same individual we did when we were young. Don’t change that!

Work on your happiness and make goals at all ages. You are a miracle and you’ve been a miracle since the day you were born.

You’re so lovely. Live. Be the miracle you are. I will. I am.

Peanut Butter Brickle

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