MOVE FORWARD

Last month, I asked for more meaningful experiences and to live in the present. Four weeks of meaningful experiences….late night chats, blue bell ice cream, bar hoping, dancing, ice skating and Frankie.
For a second, I was forced to remember the days I felt powerless and wanted to give up, but I stopped myself. I stopped myself from telling my story, accepted the silence in the room, and moved on. Sometimes moving forward is all you can do.