I have made a big change this year. I am going to be willing and open to help, ready and available for healing, and always ready to fertilize hopefulness. Brave, for me, has been redefined, no longer does it mean a strong stance and serious face, but a thankful stance and an honest face.
The number has always meant little to me, but the new found weaknesses of body have made me unsettled with each passing year. With my thirties came my first honest introduction to physical health problems. It was all ridiculously sudden. I joked about how my body realised I was out of my 20s and decided to combust… inside I would get down and often wonder if that ‘jest’ was all too accurate.
Benefits to diagnosis and treatment have been a BIG blessing that helps sooth my sour days. The energy to jump off a dock with my big kids wasn’t there a year ago. The ability to go a whole day without a headache, and the fear of an approaching migraine, helps me laugh longer and more with the people who love me.
That feisty little personality of mine and the care free eccentric lady is re-emerging with an eager heart anticipating the coming year with gusto. I shall only be 32 once and I shall do it well!
Always,
Lady Mac an Rothaich
TTFN
Well said as always! Thank you once again. You’re posts always leave me with much to think over, and always thankful : )
I just love the pictures of you and Simeon jumping into the lake. From here, 32 looks very, very young you know. Just keep looking up. Love you. Mom