Not the "physical" heart

This new physical body is not what I would have chosen, but there has to be a reason for my genetic imbalance.  All of these days of lying around gives me the opportunity to soul search.  Only I can figure out a way for me to get my life back together, make an income, and become independent again.  My future is in my hands and I cannot let go of my hopes and dreams, or else there is nothing to live for.  I do not care too much for my physical body because of all it's problems, but my soul and heart (not the literal organ) I love.  I have discovered that is what is most important, how beautiful your inside is.  That is the way you can impact a persons life or even change the world.

Look at Christopher Reeve - he was bound to a wheelchair after a horrific spinal cord injury and he was Superman!!  He had every reason to loose hope, but he knew he still had a purpose in this life.  Even though he had to depend on his wife, children, and loved ones to be his caregivers, he still did not let his injury stop him from living. He became a famous activist bringing more science to neurological research to find a cure and to gave people with disabilities hope. His physical body was not perfect, but he had a beautiful heart and soul.  That spirit he had is what has continued to inspire people even after his passing.

It is very hard to be in limbo and not know what direction to go in. It is hard to not get stuck in the darkness or vicious cycle of this illness. But it's only up to you to find your way out. 


Quote of the Day: "Life is full of setbacks.  Success is determined by how you handle setbacks"

Man's Best Friend

Just another day on the couch with my best friend. He is kinda a couch/bed hog, but I don't mind curling up in a ball so he gets more room. If I didn't have him by my side everyday, the daily battles would be so much harder to deal with. He has become a sleepyhead just like his owner, but he has a valid excuse, he is going on16 years young.

Its amazing how he can sense when I am not well. He becomes more cuddly and attentive. He gets extremely anxious when I lay on the floor to meditate (its really cute). He starts pacing and will nudge my hand because he is afraid something has happened to me. Poor guy has been through a lot with me. I do not help his anxiety issues one bit.

I am thankful for my best friend everyday and never forget to tell him I love him multiple times a day. Everyday for 15 years he has always put a smile on my face.  I have really soaked up and enjoyed each of those moments these past two years.

Quote of the Week: "If you can't fly, then run; if you can't run, then walk; if you can't walk, then crawl; but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward." - Martin Luther King, Jr.