It’s been a long time since I wrote.. I had my teeth pulled on 6/2/14 and am learning to survive with a set of transitional dentur4es. It’s not always easy, but I’m doing pretty well.
My relationship with Chloe and Dylan continues to improve. I have finally come to understand that this time with them is a gift most grandparents never get. And I’m grateful for it. Yes, they can still make me crazy. But we work through it.
I am, a year later, finally beginning to feel like me again. That’s welcome. I’m almost back up to full throttle. I’m working 9 hour shifts again, and aiming towards 10. I’ve promised Joe I’ll take my time increasing hours. It’s sensible, even if I’m sometimes not.
Am I happy? Sometimes. This is a far cry from what I thought my life would be at this point. I still have moments when I wish with all my heart that I was in my own space somewhere. I’m not Unhappy. I’m just sort of more accepting of the role I’ve taken on here, and why.
I am a survivor. Plain and simple. I do what I have to do, and I do it well.
That’s enough for now.
I am, after a year, beginning to feel like me again. That
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