Tonight wasn't really about the food. Or the celebration of our 12 years of marriage. Rather, tonight was about taking a dream and going on an adventure.
Sometimes you get the luxury in life to have everything fall at your feet. Not many people get to experience that, heck, I never have. But, it happens. For the ones like myself that don't have that luxury, we are always wondering when will we ever catch that break. So you know, those who just sit there waiting will continue to wait.
I'm sitting here today and there are so many things buzzing in my head. Today all I can think of is the word relapse. Mainly because I'm still battling this wretched cold. I thought I was getting better then this past Friday I went home throwing up and feverish. Talk about a relapse. This is probably one of the worst types of relapses, the dreaded your body feels so icky and you just want to get better but you can't feeling. #screwyoupneumonia
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” (Eleanor Roosevelt)
Tomorrow I will be able to show love to the unlovable. I am fortunate to touch the community in a way that I have always dreamed of. I begin to build the foundations of my dreams.
Dear company, I’m not perfect. I am just a mere human. I make mistakes. I can assure you I don’t – as some believe - belong on a pedestal that employees in your company have put me on. I don’t deserve to be up there. But, why do they have me standing atop the world?
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From Sand to Gemstones 