Reba McIntire said, “You need a wishbone, a backbone, and a funnybone” to be successful.
My wishbone is telling me that I want my family to happy, healthy, and wise, spiritually and physically.
If I could wave a magic wand and wish all my bills paid, good health, and mental wisdom, I wouldn’t use it. It is bad that allows us to see the good. It is not the struggle that defines us, but the result of the struggle. I would prefer to have a wisdom all the time, but there is something good to be said about exploring an idea and creativity in solving it.
My backbone is telling me to stand up for what I think is right, just, and fair, otherwise, my silence is an affirmation of agreement.
I would love to stand up to people and tell them what I think, but I have discovered through patience that listening to what they have to say is often more rewarding. Sometimes it is in the telling that truth slips out through the folds of “its all about me”.
My funny bone is telling me to live life fully but understand that humor goes a long way in lightening the burdens on one’s heart.
Do you ever get the impression that ‘that one zipped by’ over your head? It’s not a comfortable feeling- being a tad bit slower in recognizing sarcasm and humor. I am often the brunt of that one got by her, again. It’s not that I lack funnybone- I have a refined pallet of what is actually funny.
I don’t take life too seriously, but serious enough to moderate what happens with my wishbone, backbone, and funnybone in place.