Still here? Me too!!!

Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully filled with family, friends, crafts, hockey, baseball, running, biking, quiet, noise, or any other thing that sounds like love and adventure. But most likely tomorrow will be filled with regular old stuff where we have to be 100% present if we want to experience true JOY. Or at least hope that our loved ones are 100% engaged so they don't think we are weird for staring at them for no reason other than to see them being happy---that "I swear I am not a creeper, I just want to know what you look like when you are happy" moment when they always tell you to stop looking them.... please tell me I am not the only one.... maybe I'm just the only one who gets caught doing it.

Today, I officially decided to turn this crazy life of mine into a book. Thank you for all of the encouragement, past, present, and future. One page a day and it will get done. The laundry, homemade meals, and the dishes might not, but that is nothing new around here. I padded the page count by copying and pasting all of my previous blog posts so I could start to choose which to keep and which just needs to stay in cyberspace. I toyed with the idea of taking everything down, but I know that somewhere out there is a newly diagnosed cancer patient looking for a survivor story to hold onto like did. Fight on my brave sister! I am still here for you.

A week ago, I had surgery to replace my implants and make my body more comfortable to exist within. There is something to be said for being able to put your arms to your sides without having your boobs get in the way.

Almost a month ago, I turned 40.

Roughly six months ago I lost a dear friend to cancer. I didn't get to know her for long, but our hearts connected. I adore that her daughters find me every time we are at a hockey rink and give me the biggest hugs. May she send butterfly wishes and surprise hugs to brighten random days forever.

Nine months ago, my friend, Rebecca, introduced me to CycleBar Northville and a new addiction was born. It has been over a week since I've ridden and I am going through withdrawal and I've learned how to sleep past 7am. Post-surgery bonus--if my shoulders get strong enough, and aren't the actual problem, I might be able to do double bars since my chest won't be in my way anymore!!! (Oh dear, I hope the CycleStars don't actually read this....)

A year ago, it was so dark inside my head that I felt like I was drowning. I thank God that I am weak and those around me are strong. I wish I had remembered that writing is my outlet (my memoir may have been done instead of starting). These are stories I'm going to save for my book... there has to be something new in there.

Until my next post! 💗

P.S. It is way easier to write a blog post than a book story. Here I can assume you know me, my life, and my family.... Today was definitely the start of something tough.