Rose Garden
It’s been said, we were never promised a rose garden. I’ve heard it my whole life. Every time the going got tough and life was not in my favor, Mother would say, “Well, Mary Ann, no one ever promised you a rose garden.”
No, I would think, no rose garden. But neither did I expect to be thrown into the cacti quite so often either. Life can be prickly to say the least.
As I see it, the trick for survival is making sure to check words before they fly out of our mouths and think carefully before acting. If we slow down a bit and consider pro’s and con’s before anything is said or done, we will cruise on through to the good times regardless of the rocky conditions getting there.
Now, as we all know, the thing about the good times is they’re not here forever. For some reason, there is no sailing through without the current eventually changing course and the wind whipping our sails in the opposite direction. Not much we can do about it but hang on and pay attention. Life will change directions again; we just need to do the best job we can while riding it out.
I recently had a friend talk to me about all the frustrations and problems she is facing in her life right now. When she was through, she sighed heavily then smiled, looked me in the eye and said, “Well, no one ever promised me a rose garden, did they.”
She must have known my mother.
Later,
Mary Ann