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....
I have to be honest. I almost missed writing this post today. I’m tired. I’m low on energy. I’m wishing for the sunshine to come back and stay for days. I don’t do well with endless clouds and rain. But I saw a glimpse of the sun this...