Captain's Log: Day 75

I made it. Made it to what? I don't know. Happiness. Hope. Joy. At zero dark thirty I shot out of the garage, and I knew what I wanted today. Fun.

To that end, I hit my phone playlist and danced and sang in my car like nobody was watching. It was a great start. Songs from the 80's used to make me blue as I drifted further and further from my youth. Now, they energize me. Memories of lighter times when nothing mattered.

This is a poignant rollover point for me. I'm done being sad about all of the changes in my life; the ones I chose and the ones that chose me. Once I got to work, I passed some necessary training (yuk!) and took off for a chilly Fall walk. Then, I rewarded myself with the most giant, sweet, potent coffee I could to celebrate.

For the first time since the move, I know it's going to be okay. No matter how it turns out, I'm going to recover all. Israel at war is yet another reminder to live my life to the fullest. I need to do the things I love and help everyone I can along the way. While I have the health and freedom to do so. I started my day singing and dancing and I will end it praying for Israel. Yeah, all feels right again. Welcome back, Teresa. I've missed you :-(