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Day 30: Title of my memoir



WOW!  I cannot believe we are at Day 30 of the 30 day Blogember challenge to blog each day.  How did that time pass so quickly?  It honestly wasn't a challenge - it was a real pleasure!  Not only to write each day, but to read the writings of my new friends who are also participating!

Today's topic is title of my memoir and why.

Hmm … when I ponder that prompt my first thought is to be clever and witty, funny and description.  And yet when I got quiet for a moment, the phrase that settled with me is one that is very familiar to my internal voice.

Breathe.

During several difficult times in my life I've had to surrender to the mantra: breathe in, breathe out.  The rest will take care of itself.  And now I remind myself of that phrase even before things are escalated to a 'difficult' time.  And that reminds me to focus on what's within my control, and what do I have to allow to unfold in it's own time.

So the chapters in this memoir could easily have one word titles as well.

1) acceptance
2) surrender
3) survival
4) endurance
5) endear

And those to me are all the words that make up the many-threaded weave of my life - as the body of this memoir!

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