I learned something about myself this past week:
When confronted with a difficult, sudden, life-altering situation, I will, and probably will always, take the road that puts me back in charge of my own destiny.
Sometimes like throws us curveballs that we cannot dodge and we just need to go with the flow…ride them out until everything is good again.
But sometimes, sometimes we have a choice.
And as much as I HATE (with an ever burning passion) HATE change. I will still make that choice.
It may seem rushed, and maybe it is. But I am not letting decisions that affect my life be made for me.
My future. My choice. My way. I decide.
If the ship goes down, I will jump. If I still die then I die trying.
It’s all cryptic, I know. I am sorry for that. A lot has been going on, obviously.
But I think I will wind up writing about it because this past year has been hell.
Last year, in the month of October, I found out I had cancer and needed surgery. Surgery was in November. Radiation in January.
In July, my husband almost died. He spent a week in the hospital – 4 days in ICU – for what should have been a routine wrist surgery.
And now…well, I can’t say yet…but I will soon.
Thanks for reading.