new day…

“Somewhere along the way i got lost.
Very lost.
I lost myself.
I lost my passion.
Passion for living and dreaming big.
I don’t want anything anymore.”

I just read this in another post…it makes me so very sad.

For years I have had dreams of motorcycling holidays back-and-forth across Canada and the US… of RVing with a motorcycle along to make it easier due to my age and health…of finding a way to be able to afford to do this…even if I have to do it by myself as a single woman…

Even the realization that my health would likely never allow me to do that has not stopped me from dreaming.

I don’t write anymore. I think that’s due to medications and my brain injury.

I can count my close personal friends on some of the fingers of one hand.

I haven’t been able to ride the Pickle in more years than I care to count.

I am about to embark on yet another round of tests and treatments for 2 of my diseases.

So here I sit.

I have come to realize that I am not strong….but I am infinitely patient. I hope that I can find a job that will allow me to live a life of comfort with less fear…not so much luxury, but comfort…without the fear of homelessness.

That being said, I also know that “it is what it is” and that I’ll make the best of each and every day that I can…because this I know…

…tomorrow is a fresh start…

every.single.day is a fresh start

if I need it to be

Peace

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