Physically I’m barely putting one foot in front of another. My smallest toes are screaming out. My core, slouched from the weight of exhaustion. My creaky joints are weak with pain and my head
I’ve written about this before but I’m revisiting it today because it’s bouncing around in my head so much. “Show up.” I feel antsy. I want to write a different story. I want to
Today I was challenged to push through. Minute by minute. Since I worked from home today, the social input wasn’t a factor so my emotional output was at an all-time high. It’s been awhile
Today was 93% frustrating. 7% barely tolerable. And I’m all out of capacity. I don’t even feel like doing my “Today I…” Today I…Sunday: LearnedMonday: Chose; said yes/no toTuesday: LovedWednesday: PrayedThursday: Was challenged by/to Friday:
My diagnosis was my dead-end. . . .It stopped me in my tracks. . . .It interrupted my trajectory. . . .It stalled my progress.It halted me to a stand-still. It got in the way. . . .Unexpected. .
Today, while I’m not feeling well and exhausted, I said yes to driving an hour and a half for a 7th grade basketball game. Of course I would have said yes no matter what and
(And Yes, that is an Either-Or) Today I am pressing into the practice of ‘be quiet’ and ‘be still,’ taking the opportunity to continue learning how to apply those options instead of their opposites.
As I sat with my friend last night, hearing her heart and sharing my own, it struck me how difficult it is to find those that can sit and hear the hard stuff…without giving
Today was the anniversary of infusion day for Round 6. It was a milestone to get to, no doubt, but the days that followed were some of my lowest. I felt the memories heavy
Over the past couple of days, yesterday in particular, I saw and heard a lot of talk. These nice little poetic one-liners: “May we be….” sentiments and “Let’s do…” and “Unity this…” and “History