I was reading some old posts I had written several years ago. Back when I lived in a two story house with my husband, kids, and step kids. I had written that my life felt meant for someone else.
I needed to write this now. I am right where I need to be. My day job is dancing around town in my wheelchair. I’m a road artist and so much more.
Life is far from my idealistic vision of the “perfect” life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.