The last two years were a whirlwind of deceit. Exciting, romantic and ultimately devastating. It ended in financial ruin, a job that I loved, but that nearly killed me, and ultimately this move,
Waiting to find out if I could make the move was probably one of the most stressful periods of my life, but I am here now.
In the beginning all I could do was sit in my big chair with my feet up and try to take care of myself. Fixing food was a challenge. Showering was difficult. Anything else was almost unthinkable. Just getting to and from the bathroom was painful.
Every day now, I find myself doing more and more of those simple things I once took for granted. Preparing food, standing up to shower, taking my trash down the hall to the chute, painting, making a birthday card for my niece and nephew, the things that add quality to my life.
It will be three weeks tomorrow since I got the keys to what may be the best move I've ever made.
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