Throwback Thursday * Reflection….What if today was your last day? *

The future is so bright I have to wear shades.

The future is so bright I have to wear shades.

There are three tick born illnesses making a home in my body. I’ve been kicked in the gut, stomped to the ground and rolled over by a truck the past few weeks. The monsters inside have met their match. I ain’t going down that easy. I’ve been to sick to update my Lyme Journal, many days I feel like death. On better days I feel like an ice pick is stabbing my forehead. My body rejects me, today falling when only three feet from the ground. The doctor said I could die at my last appointment. I do not visualized myself not getting up and won’t. I want to live each minute, feel it, make plans, add to my bucket list (Tango Lessons), keep learning and looking forward. Both songs are strong inspirations to me, enjoy today, the people I love and keep an open heart.

Many have sent me words of encouragement, love, well wishes and lots of laughs. Thank you from the bottom of my big Texas heart. I appreciate everyone who prays for me and takes the time to write. My heart overflows with sunshine. Life is short, if we could live each day like it was our last, what a wonderful world it would be.   XO Warrior


    • Thank you
      Not my norm, showing the marshmallow inside. Everyday is an emotional roller coaster. I’ve worked hard to keep the raw feelings to myself, it was time to share.
      So glad you read, I look forward your comments each week.
      I know you feel the emotion of each song. The band is great and on my regular playlist.
      Take care

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