uld live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new lifIn an editorial for her magazine, Oprah Winfrey spoke about the importance of finding the flow in life and following it. She recalls an interview she had early in her career with Robin Williams—clearly not the most sedate person to pin down to a standard Q & A format. But, once she allowed herself to go with the flow of Robin’s animated and erratic persona, all was fine. Oprah has since trusted the natural rhythm of life, knowing that whatever happens, she’ll be okay.

When my family was hit with tragic illness, all I wanted was my perfect life back. Before the hospitals and nursing homes. Before the battles with doctors and insurance companies. Before the rancid smell of sickness and grinding noises of life support. After a while, I realized I had three choices. I could live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new life

early not the most sedate person to pin down to a standard Q & A format. But, once she allowed herself to go with the flow of Robin’s animated and erratic persona, all was fine. Oprah has since trusted the natural rhythm of life, knowing that whatever happens, she’ll be okay.

When my family was hit with tragic illness, all I wanted was my perfect life back. Before the hospitals and nursing homes. Before the battles with doctors and insurance companies. Before the rancid smell of sickness and grinding noises of life support. After a while, I realized I had three choices. I could live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new lif

usted the natural rhythm of life, knowing that whatever happens, she’ll be okay.

When my family was hit with tragic illness, all I wanted was my perfect life back. Before the hospitals and nursing homes. Before the battles with doctors and insurance companies. Before the rancid smell of sickness and grinding noises of life support. After a while, I realized I had three choices. I could live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new lif

rsing homes. Before the battles with doctors and insurance companies. Before the rancid smell of sickness and grinding noises of life support. After a while, I realized I had three choices. I could live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new lifuld live in the past and be angry over the events that had fallen upon my family. I could live in the future and worry about what terrible thing could happen next. Or, I could adapt to my new life and accept each day as it came. I had no control of these changes that leapt into my life, including the four subsequent family deaths that followed. However, I did have control over how I chose to embrace them or not—making them a part of my life, not something that was happening outside of it. No day is exactly like another.

Women are constantly challenged to adjust in a changing environment. Some of those changes are small, and we manage them without a thought—your daughter’s delayed ballet practice, a sudden head cold, a picnic planned on a rainy day. Some are huge—a death, a marriage, a move. Either way, they are all just moments. Moments that dissolve into new moments. Nothing is permanent. Your house, your car, your jewelry and your money are merely props gi