life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings
Don't Talk Like That...
I write to find out what my heart thinks....
I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this raunchy disease. My words always help me understand that in this life there will be times that are crappy painful and unexpected but tucked in there are the amazingly wonderful, too. That is when I realized the only control I have over any of this is how I chose to experience them! I realized that I could understand, celebrate can survive even better when I could express these feelings with my own words of courage, humor, and grace.I am the Queen of my own life and the choice is mine! I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure.
I am honoring my creativity, and exploring all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say....."Don't talk like that!"
Monday, July 25, 2016
When the hell did that happen?
Found out I could hide my heart surgery scar by simply tying the beach
cover-up sarong in the front rather than the side. A strategically placed knot was the secret
cover! But from another point of view….and take notes PLEASE….never
ever ever take a selfie from the bottom
looking up! Necks and noses take on a whole new level of “OMG”
when the hell did that happen????
What I am is what I am....kind of weird when I think about it, Scars, noses and necks, is that really who I am?