A Year After Cancer
I can’t believe it’s a year after cancer
I am, I believe, a more balanced and thoughtful person. I appreciate my physical energy as well as the energy I send out into the world. My priorities have shifted, even though they haven’t changed. I still yell at my children when they send me off a cliff, but I think I linger longer when I hug them, and I’m immediate in my apologies. I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels but I have a heightened sense of responsibility to drive projects to completion. I wish the bouts of insecurity over getting my book published would go away, but it doesn’t take me as long to get back to a place of self forgiveness and hope.
I still have some unhealthy habits, don’t get enough sleep, and could eat less crap and exercise more, but I appreciate what I’m eating more and think about what I put into my body. The annoying part is that I don’t always do what I know I should. That’s being human, I suppose. Though still hard on myself, I get to a place of peace more quickly than I did before. That’s progress, even if it’s not an epiphany. Thanks, Cancer!