Unstoppable

A funny thing happens when the fog starts to lift. Things start to take shape and vision becomes clearer. The accidents and tragedies caused by the heavy fog can be removed  and cleaned up. The damage caused in the wake of the storm can be assessed more clearly and plans made recovery.  Life can move forward.
I have been asked to write about the events of my life by many but I am not quite ready to do that. I am, by nature, a positive person. Until I can put a more positive spin on all that has happened to my family and to me, I am going to hold off writing about it at all. I am going to keep writing about me and my journey forward.
As the fog lifts and I realize that I deserve better, I am becoming unstoppable. I am becoming a force to be reckoned with. I am entering my 50th year with a brand new sense of self that will serve me well, I think, in the next 1/2 of my life. I look in the mirror and really like who I see starting back at me. A few months ago I would not have recognized her....but now I see her. I see the strong, capable, survivor that is now unstoppable.
#forwardisapace
Peace

Deserve

It has been a long road....a long and winding road. A road that is not yet ending but a road that continues. As I travel this road of life, I am constantly reminded of all that it important by those who love me. Often times they turn my own words around on me in order to open my eyes and avoid a pothole or accident....and keep me moving forward.
Such is the case recently. My own words took me out of ditch on the side of my road and back to moving in the right direction. All I needed was the right roadside assistant.
I do deserve a great many things and it really is time I start seeking out all of the wonderful things I deserve.
#forwardisapace
Peace.

Return

So....to quote the Grateful Dead....what a long strange trip it has been. My life has been turned upside down and inside out this past year or 2. I am still processing it all but feel like I am beginning to see the light again. The darkness is giving way and I am seeing peeks at the sun. I am starting to feel like me again....but better!
If there is one thing I have learned in my life it is that I can get knocked down but I am never knocked out.  Sometimes I stay on the mat a little longer than I should but I am a fighter by nature.  Once I am back up on my feet, I can start to move and that movement eventually becomes the fancy footwork of the dance that is life.
My friends and family have cheered me off the mat and back on my feet again. Now it is up to me to move my feet and start to dance again.
I have to remember how to listen to myself and  body. I need to tune in, listen, and learn to trust myself again. I also need to learn to trust others too.
I am a fighter. I am a survivor. I am back on my feet and moving forward.
MOMMA IS BACK......
#Forwardisapace
Peace.