The water is calm. The air is clear. It is a new day. Pizza Tuesday is here.

Every morning I spend a few minutes finding my center. Many call it prayer and I suppose it may be that for some but for me I think of it as centering.

Each day brings new experiences unlike the previous or the next. Starting in the center allows for movement in either or neither direction. One can go with the flow as the kids say.

This trip to the beach with family is centering me more than I originally thought that it could. Before we left I worried over small details and ultimately let go of some. Of course now that we are here I see a few details that should have occurred to me but did not.

Had I centered on Cheryl and her needs, I might have thought about some handy things that I have used to help her. I should have brought with us a couple more handicapped useful devices. I bought her transfer chair not realizing that her U-Step walker is just as important to her mobility. She needs her manicure kit to keep track of her finger and toenails daily. A handicapped toilet seat would have been a wonderful thing. (At home we have had seat height toilets installed. The toilet seat height is within an inch of the height of the transfer chair seat which is becoming more of the care partnering experience. )

But centering on her disease shifts the mood of the vacation holiday. It is a delicate balance between understanding and helping.

Centering myself at the beginning of each day provides a perspective and I deal things as they come up, not as how I want them to be or wished them to be.

Carpe Diem.