I am one who journals and have been most of my life. I am also a planner and have been since my freshman year of college when an academic advisor taught me how to plan life in chunks that I could handle. I just completed my monthly planner and wrote 2 overreaching goals in large print at the top of the page.
Why am I fighting so hard to stay alive?
What would I do if I had a whole week alone at home with no one watching?
The year 2023 was rotten for my family. Sure, you can look for joy and all that stuff, but it was really hard and horrific and a host of other adjectives. But I am still fighting hard to stay alive. Why? Ah, that’s the kicker. I survived and I am still fighting because that family of mine, every single one of them, is worth the fight. I’m tired of bad things happening and I’m tired of writing lists of things I should do when I find the time. So I vow to focus on why I am still here, fighting Stage IV breast cancer. And I need to figure out just what it is that I really want to do with my time, because that clock is ticking with every treatment and scan. Maybe you should consider those questions for your own life.
I am not in control. 