One Day at a Time

When you are facing trauma or a new diagnosis, time truly stops. Somedays you wish it would. You may feel like a walking zombie, and that is ok. Many days, I felt like I could be a star for the “Walking dead”. Well, I was no star, just a 48 year old mom moving through life the best she could.

I got tired of thinking ahead, so I learned I could only cope one day at a time. Some days went fast, and others were like a turtle. But, the strategy was all I could do. I had today. I did not have tomorrow.

I would enjoy the coffee. I would take out a huge credit line to protect the business. I would be reminded on what it truly meant to trust god. I would be vulnerable for the first time and not at all in control. I would not be directing anyone or anything. I would be taking a back seat on the bus, a new role for me.

I had a lot to learn, and life would toughen me up whether I was ready or not. So fish, dance, sleep, bird watch, catch a sunset ( I had mornings….so no sunrise for me), enjoy music, attend a concert, cheer for your hockey team, hug your family, say I love you, forgive, bake cookies, love someone who is not your family, and be kind even when you don’t want to.