I’m going to brag. It feels ok being in past tense but I was good. Really good. I am looking through my travel photos and I’ll put a link so you can see. I was showing my daughter pictures I had taken in Paris, Florence, Venice, and New York. Just looking at them makes me feel so proud that I did them and so mad at my body that I had to stop. I would stamp my foot but let’s be honest it would only mean another trip to the doctor.
i miss who I use to be. I miss making up projects and traveling or grabbing a model and making day dreams that lived in my head come to where others could see.
Know a a sick person who would like to see this? Please comment and share. How do you get through the dark I miss the old me days?