I realized today that it was a year ago when I was worried about my upcoming procedure, not sure if I would find out if I had cancer, had no one remotely serious in my life, and was trying to chase off those creeps who seemed to hone in on me, the way the jackals go for the weak.
Now I am healthy (lost 24 lbs so far in a healthy way!), have gotten good reports from my doctor, have someone who has been here with me since this fall (and even sang happy birthday to me over the phone today this morning) and I am feeling stronger. Okay, my job is not completely secure (I will need to wait until August to find out what the new buyers have in mind for the college) but even then, I have possibilities if I just get off my ass and start writing!
This is what can happen in a year. I was so unsure a year ago. Now I am more sure of myself, in spite of the fact that I don't know where I will be living in the next 3 months, where I will be working in the next 6 months, whether this relationship will last. I don't know, but I realize that I am not supposed to know. As I said, I have possibilities.
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