“What a Feeling!”

As I sit here this morning having my coffee, I’m feeling overwhelmed with excitement and gratitude. In two days I will be having my first official “book signing and launch” for my new book, “Waking Up: Lessons Learned Through My Adventures With Life and Breast Cancer.”  Wow…it’s all happening so fast, yet more importantly: it’s  really happening!

You would think as a writer I could express all these emotions with ease, yet at this very moment I’m finding it difficult. Not because I’m feeling anything negative, but because I’m feeling everything positive.

I’m feeling loved, supported, excited, blessed and more grateful than I could have ever imagined. So many people were a part of the reason that this book was written from my friends to my children to my love, Rob.

I sit in awe of how much my life has changed in the last year. A year ago I was still trying to get this book written; I was single and sure that love would never find me; I was a one year breast cancer survivor; and I was trying to find my niche and my life purpose.

This morning the reality hit me knowing that in that year my book has been published, that love found me, that I’m now a two year survivor, and that my niche is in writing. My life purpose? Well, I believe it’s to make a difference in someone’s life; to make them feel less lonely, to help them heal, to help them love themselves. If I can do that for just one person, I will know that I made a difference.

Breast cancer. In a family with no history of having it, I was the lucky one, so to speak. Yet as I receive posts and messages from women going through the disease and from those blessed enough to have survived it, I know why I was chosen. I was chosen to have breast cancer, live through it, and tell my story in the hopes that it will help someone else going through the journey with it.

I love my life, and while far from perfect, I sit in complete gratitude to God for all that he’s blessed me with. I’m grateful that I was given the gift of being a writer, of being able to touch someone with words; I’m grateful for having met Rob, because through him I’ve found myself a part of two beautiful families that I would never have thought possible; I’m grateful for my children, his children, and his granddaughter, because they have all taught me so much and there’s no better love than that from a child.

Count your blessings as often as you can…every day, all day. Be grateful you have another day to make a difference in your life or someone else’s life. Sit in gratitude and love for all that life has gifted you, and you will be amazed at how many more blessings will fall into your life. Smile from your heart, smile from your soul, smile because you are loved.

 

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

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Author of “Waking Up: Lessons Learned Through My Adventures with Life and Breast Cancer”

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“The Time Change”

I woke up this morning at 6 am, only to realize that it was 7…ugh, the “time change!” This is the one in which we lose an hour, a precious hour, and the one my body has the hardest time adjusting to. And then I started thinking about “time…”

Aside from time changing our clocks twice a year, it also changes us. Time ages our body, matures our mind, and strengthens or weakens our relationships. Time allows us to heal, to grow, and to love. Time grows a new life, and eventually will take a life whose time has ended. It gifts us the chance to make memories and allows our hearts to take a picture. Time allows us the chance to reminisce of all those chances it gave us. These are all things that time cannot take away.

Time is to be respected and cherished, and as we grow older, we begin to realize just how little of it there is.

As you adapt to the time change today, embrace your personal “time change” as well. Every minute, every hour, and everyday are gifts that time has granted us. Be grateful for your time and feel blessed for your time with your loved ones.

Don’t miss out on one of the most miraculous gifts we’ve been given: “time.”

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

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