May 23, 2019
Thor and I had a picnic in the park yesterday.
So peaceful and quiet….until some woman let her big dog off the leash right by us and Thor went bananas
I believe that everything happens for a reason. There better be a f*ing good reason for all this.
I feel like I’m in a tiny bathtub filled with water and the whole Grand Canyon got dumped on top of me.
There are two options now. I either stay and crawl around in the deep mud, but those who know me knows that I like things to be clean around me and mud seems pretty hard to keep clean. So the other option is to follow the only direction available. Up.
I’m not feeling sorry for myself, really, I’m not. It could be so much worse. I have so much to be grateful for.
I have an awesome husband, my dog is the cutest in the world, I have a home, food on the table and access to water. I have people around me for support, I have doctors and nurses who makes me feel cared for. I have an education and two legs that can dance me around the world. Everything is pretty awesome.
But getting the news that I have to deal with this for another six months isn’t exactly making me super happy. And that is ok. We can’t always be happy. Those who say that they are must be on drugs or something. Today is a very nice day and I feel amazing, but I’m allowed to feel a little sad as well. We all are. It’s from sadness or unhappy days that we can learn something from. We always get through it and that’s the lesson itself.
Like I said on the top of this post, I believe that everything happens for a reason. I’m excited to see what those reasons are.