It's getting old.
I know it's only been 7 months.
I know that it takes time.
I know that this is a process not a singular event.
But I also know that I want to continue living.
As I was telling my friend the other day, "I don't want to just survive, I want to thrive."
Focusing on what I don't have isn't getting me anywhere...just curled up in my bed watching "Tangled" with my kids for the 300th time.
I want my kids to see that through challenges we can rise above and become better. Am I better? Or am I just feeling sorry for myself? I guess a little of both...or more likely a little better and a lot of feeling sorry for myself.
Yesterday I decided to really workout and start healing my poor pulverized body. I think I was a little overzealous...I've been aching really bad since...so that I couldn't run this morning.
