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I can see a rainbow

I've been doing a lot of pondering lately about how little say we have about a lot of things in our lives.  We can't control the health and happiness of others. We can't control their actions. But we can control how we choose to live our lives and what positive influences we can make.

In trying to find something which expresses how I feel about life right now I stumbled across this.

Life’s like a movie, write your own ending
Keep believing, keep pretending
We’ve done just what we set out to do.
Thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.
“The Magic Store”/Rainbow Connection” (Reprise) – Kermit and the Muppets
The Muppets are making their little movie, all planned out, but then in typical muppet fashion chaos strikes. Despite everything a rainbow appears.  While life has a habit of creating unwanted chaos, throwing a spanner or two in the works; sometimes we need that to re-focus on what our priorities are. 
2017 brings a new chapter for my little family. Some key players are no longer here to play their part but their influence will be forever felt.  Even on the hardest days I know I'm going to be able to find my rainbows.
I can see my little family splashing in the puddles and know that my dad and my friend Tom couldn't be prouder; and those still with us.... well you'd best get your wellies on and come jump in those puddles with us.  

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  1. Linda3 January 2017 at 13:19

    This is great Tara and it has been great working with you. If you need us again please get in touch.

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    1. Tattymum3 January 2017 at 19:52

      Thank you so much Linda. I really couldn't have done it without you.

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    3. Linda10 January 2017 at 15:12

      Your welcome Tara

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