Instead of hiding and trying to prove to everyone that I am fine, there is nothing wrong and I can keep up with the best of them…instead I hide, cover, minimize. I wonder why I just cannot celebrate that I am in deed “one tough chick” that I have survived and continue to survive against some pretty “friggin” phenomenal odds. Why can’t I just stand up and be proud of this and everything else I have accomplished through out my life?
AND....Later this same day (from my FB Post)
Here is a little bit of very weird synchronicity! This morning’s blog was about being “one tough chic”. Having finished my writing, I rewarded myself with a second cup of coffee and a quiet moment on the back porch. My home is in the city, but I have a nice little assortment of wildlife to watch from my porch. Squirrels, wild birds, a pair of garden snakes, monarch butterflies and recently a pair of red hawks have made a nest in a neighbor’s tree. But this morning….this particular morning….there was a chicken! REALLY a chicken! I am guessing it must be “one tough chic”!