The other night my brother went to hang out with some friends for a few hours so I had some time to myself. I got a workout in, opened up the fridge and made myself some dinner, cleaned up and put my stuff away. Made an after-dinner espresso and got a few twix bars for myself for dessert. I put a movie on and did some writing. 9 months ago I was in a hospital bed without the strength to reach up and touch my own face. My ex-girlfriend had come to visit and I can remember crying as she put my hands on her stomach and I couldnt feel a thing. I was so scared of tomorrow... But now, each day passes and I get a little stronger, a little more independent. I find new ways to feel, and interpret the sensational world around me. Sometimes were such a rush to make it to the end that we forget how far weve come. Im sure theres a Facebook meme out there reminding everyone that its not about where you end up, its about the journey that got you there. The Jack Donaghy in me knows thats total bullshit, and its only something people who never follow through say. But the Liz Lemon in me knows you cant appreciate where youre at if you dont think about what it took to get there from time to time, and that its ok to be proud of yourself, even if youre not who/where you ultimately want to be. Hopefully everyone starts the week with a little perspective, a smile, and a nod to all youve accomplished this far. If youre doin it right, life should just now be getting interesting anyways. Have a great week everybody!!
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 22:42:20 +0000
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