Listen last night was just plain crappy, there’s just no other way to describe it. I mean it started out okay, but then my CPAP mask won’t fit right, then my heart started palpitating, and then I was having those crazy ass dreams again. But don’t worry at the moment I feel fine, just tired. I usually send out a lot of morning greetings to my social media friends and usually they’ll ask how I am doing in return. Being the Grandpa that I am, I usually tell the truth. The whole sad truth.
So this morning wasn’t much different, but the one difference is that I end my words with either a laugh or an uplifting remark. Believe it or not, I serious when I say those things. Not because I want to sound strong or phony, but because I really believe it. For a really long time I lived my life with a smile on my face and my heart dragging the dirt. I didn’t believe anything I told myself. My dreams, my hopes, my aspirations were nothing more than empty calories fed to a starving soul.
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I learned to make little goals for myself. I went back to school and with each good grade, each pat on the back from my advisors and my fellow students; that I started to gain confidence in myself and my abilities. Listen nothing is a total success story, everything worth while demands hard work. I spend over seven years working towards my goal of graduating.
Then as I finished my goals, my bad lifestyle nearly killed me. After more than a year of intense recovery, I got back on my feet, but not without its effects. I suppose I have a great excuse to just give up, but I can’t. I have a story to tell and I plan on continuing to tell it. That life often isn’t fair but with each challenge or setback you continue to move forward one step at a time.
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