Coexisting

I like my space. I need my space. I feel smothered when I don’t get it. I grew up as an only child so I had plenty of space. (I was 18 when my brother was born.) I suspect this is why I am this way today. I’ll make a point to say I am…

Day 3: #GratitudeWritingChallenge

My best friend has been listening to me for weeks talk about how grateful I am for the support of the team I’ve lined up to get my health back on track. Much like the g-tube situation, while I’m very grateful to be in a position where I can afford to pay all the people…

Carrying the Load

An interesting realization has been occurring in my life over the last few months. Truly, much to my surprise, I’ve discovered I’m not superhuman after all. I know that sounds terribly arrogant. I’ve unearthed the great truth that I can’t feel fantastic and think clearly and interact with high energy all the frickin’ time, ya’ll! I need to lean on others….