I live and breathe for the fight of getting to it.

My days are ordered by preparation for it.

I am exhilarated by the anticipation.

My brain tries it’s best to talk me out of it.

I am nervous but thrilled by the start of it.

I am fearful and yet, during it, feel the most alive.

As the end nears, although I overthink and want to give up, determination, more often, prevails.

When it’s over, I am my most confident self, utterly and completely content, without even a thought for one single want, (often not even food for water).

I am so grateful for this desire that God clearly instilled in me as young child.

However, 3 weeks ago, I injured my knee, and decided that, at my age, before I do more damage, I needed to get it checked out.

I was very impatient, but extremely diligent in getting through all the lovely medical hoops.

I finally had an mri last night!

I’m taking a deep breathe and hoping for the best but either way, I’m trying to be grateful for all that I’ve been able to do up to this point.

For anyone that it still working and striving for things of this nature, you can count on me to be your best cheerleader; mostly because I get what it takes but also because I see how much it matters, as we age, every little bit makes a difference.

Never take for granted what you CAN do.

And If you love it, certainly, do it! Fight for it and know that you are capable of more than you think you are!

Every step matters. ❤️ 💯