I Don't Know Where I am Going but I am On My Way
I don’t know where I am going but I am on my way. This time last year I was in bed. I was in my final days of FMLA, had been in and out of the hospital 10 times in 2 months, and had to use a walker. To say the last year has been a doozy would be an understatement. I was diagnosed with Lupus, said goodbye to a career that I loved, was on bed rest for 8 straight months, separated from my husband… the list goes on. I feel like I am living in an alien body most days and I often feel like I am looking at someone else’s life from a window. Where is the carefully crafted life I dreamed up and built? The easy answer is that it is gone. I grieve that loss. I have grieved a lot of losses this year actually. 2018 was just one big grief fest. But as I begin to exit the fog, regain some control of my body, and start to see a new dream unfolding I can’t help but feel that maybe I was one of those rare people that was given the opportunity to do ...