Apr 26, 2017
I want to remember today both for the terrible morning I had feeling sick and battling the doctor’s office and for the idyllic afternoon an evening I had with the kids. Both for the courage it took to keep asking and asking and fighting for the medical care I so desperately need and for the kindness of strangers who were gentle and kind and sincerely willing to help, whether it was making extra calls on my behalf or offering a bag for our books when I was juggling a three year old in temporary melt-down mode. It’s so easy to fall into the rut or the high of whatever a day shows up with first thing, but I want to remember that today was both. Both hard and good. And that when things turn sour it doesn’t have to stay that way. That I can work for more days like that in the future.