Happy Birthday to the most courageous person I know. Another year has gone by and while it wasn’t my favorite, I survived it somehow. This year, I’m feeling blessed to be where I’m at right now. I’ve reached the 8 week post surgery mark. While I’ve still had some stomach pain the past few weeks, I feel so much better overall. And I can’t even begin to describe how much better things are today versus a year ago…
The truth is, last year all I really wanted for my birthday was to disappear. And as you know, that’s exactly what I did. Eliot and I went away for two weeks to the only place I knew would heal me. I didn’t feel good physically- although I still didn’t know why at the time. I was emotionally drained out and I didn’t have the spoons for much of anything. And I wasn’t in a good place mentally… it felt like I’d lost myself somewhere along the way. Basically, I desperately needed a lifeline and I took it.
I didn’t know it at the time, but those two weeks were the greatest gift I have ever given myself. It was the reset I needed. The kick in the pants to acknowledge that it was time to pour into my own cup. Because after two weeks of magic, laughter, sunshine, theme parks, Christmas celebrations, genuine smiles, tropical islands and a spectacular cruise… I returned home a different person. The little spark inside of me was back. And I needed that fire to get through all of the trials and tribulations that year 40 brought me.
So here’s to another new year… hopefully one with a lot less health issues, but one with more magic, laughter, sunshine and genuine smiles. °o°
