Last week I left you with this question: In what ways could I enjoy life now without giving up these simple dreams forever? After my thirtieth birthday, I began to consciously work through this question. I reframed how I viewed my current life and dug out these...
Thirty. It wasn’t about the number. It was what the number represented and how everything came to the surface as a day of celebration approached. I didn’t want to turn 30. I was a mess on the inside. That birthday reminded me I was not where I wanted to...
What does it feel like… To rise from the bed and stretch without someone lifting your body or moving your arms for you… To open the front door and go for a run or bike ride with thoughts of no one else… To hop in your car and go somewhere by yourself...
Ten years ago I moved. From one small town to another. From a place I called home for 4 years to the place that is my home once again. Ten years ago I woke up in a dorm. It was my favorite one on campus and the building is no more. They knocked it down a year or so...
Facing my limits isn’t something new for me. However, life with a physical disability looks and feels different as an adult in a way. I’m not hopping on a school bus every day. I’m not interacting with many of the same people I knew in childhood....