Run from what’s comfortable. Boy, oh boy…did I ever do that this past week. I wrote in my post “i did it” that I finally garnered the courage to try out a Parkinson’s-centered physical therapy class. And…I DID go back on Thursday. And…I DID get to punch things…and kick things. It was liberating! It’s probably…
I did it, you guys. I. DID. IT. That Parkinson’s-centered physical therapy group I mentioned a couple of posts ago…? I went. I was nervous. I was anxious. And I wanted to back out. But I didn’t. I was easily the youngest person there by 25-30 years. I was reminded of how weak my legs…
Alright, you guys…here’s your warning. Things are about to get all sappy and sweet up in here for a minute. I mean, come on. Just look at those fresh-faced babies up there…gazing off into their promising future together. It couldn’t get any sappier or sweeter…amirite? Seriously, though. Can we talk about this title? Twenty-five years?…
“I am brave. I am bruised. I am who I’m meant to be. This is me.”
How finding my song is helping me find myself
I’m sorry…but not too sorry…for those of you that may have already seen this video on my Facebook page tonight. But I can’t let this one go unrecognized. A very sweet and very thoughtful friend sent this video to me tonight. She sent it with the words “I cried when I watched it, too. It…