I’m sick. I’m bringing in 2018 with pneumonia, the same as I did Christmas. This whole year has been marred with sickness, illness and disease. I am over it.
Fuck unexpected surgeries.
Fuck brain tumors.
Yet I end the year grateful. I am here. I am living and so are those I most enjoy and love.
I have no solid resolutions. My only goal is to zip line which requires certain things I must do – be in shape, lose some weight, and have some stamina.
I just plan to take one day at a time. Do my best. Love. Be grateful. Soak it all in. Try not to worry.
It seems simple enough.