I wish I hated red wine and chocolate.
I wish I loved that feeling that my lungs were going to explode.
I wish I were independently wealthy and could work only when I wanted to.
I wish my son’s head didn’t hurt.
I don’t. I don’t. I am not. And our quest for the headache cure still continues. So my blog has gathered dust, and, honestly, right now, I am cool with that. I have to be.
You see, I have this wonderful, loving family; a good but crazy job; a desire to do more and be more; and such limited time.
So, for now, I’m sneaking in workouts where I can; doing research via audio books and YouTube videos while I clean the house; eking out a plot for my book oh so slowly; and still searching for that miracle cure.
All in small steps.
Small steps, I figure, are better than nothing, and, sometimes, they are all you can do.
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