I am at peace. Are you?
The battle with my body is ongoing.
Right now, this moment, in these gross jammies, with my greasy hair, and my GIANT FREAKING SMILE, is the best I have FELT in years.
I am winding down my first semester back in school. I spend time at Roverchase, sometimes volunteering for the Roverchase Foundation. And I am officially announcing that this week I started my own business!
I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m good. And the thing is–I really am.
When Makayla Jo and I saw that Avril was going to be performing in our area, my chest tightened at even the possibility. And then we made it happen. We went. I saw her. I sang with her. I screamed. I danced. And it was so so good.
Are we friends? I hope we are.
We do it because fighting through the pain, the nausea, and the fatigue is worth it for the prospect of learning something mind blowing, world shifting, or thought provoking. I haven’t given up on the idea that I can still make an impact on this world despite my body being a less than stellar vehicle to get around in. So I’m gonna keep turning her engine over until she starts up each morning and gives it her best go. Charge her battery, give her some gas, and hope she keeps making it to the next stop along the way.
I love being a student, and if to return to classes, I have to fight my body a little bit harder than I was last week, I’ll do it–diagnosis be damned.
While I breathe, I hope. And friends, I am still breathing.