If you follow my blog regularly, you know that I have had some serious struggles. I’m typically a happy go lucky glass half full kinda gal, but it just seems that everything is out of control. The grief I’ve suffered over the loss of my beloved Dixie Mae has been insurmountable. I’m not one to go to see the doctor, but I finally gave it. It was just to much to bear. So I saw my primary care doctor and got something for anxiety. It seems to be helping. I’m not as strong as I thought I was. Maybe this trial is to remind me that I’m weak….that I can’t be strong all the time. Then again, maybe there’s no lesson to learn here. Only time will tell.
But life must go on. I’ve had to put on my big girl panties and face every day. A candle burns outside my bedroom window where my precious Dixie Mae has been laid to rest. Today I managed a health fair at the hospital and was able to put on a fake face. I wear a fake face more often than I care to admit. I’m a firm believer in “fake it till you make it.” So pushing forward is what I will do. Everyday is a new beginning. I’ll throw myself I to my work and maybe I’ll hit my six figures next year. Thank you to each of you who have been thinking of me as I’ve struggled through this trial.