I'm 48 today.
Second birthday since being clipped.
I figured since I was brave enough to venture the Washington Metro and flights, that I could take it a bit further. I rode my motorcycle for 15 miles today. First official ride on the public road in two years. My husband followed a distance behind...just in case. But it was great. I was so overwhelmed that when I pulled back into my driveway and parked, I jumped up and down. When my husband ran over to give me a congratulatory hug, I burst into happy tears. I never thought I'd be able to ride again. Or travel. Or figure out how to get around places. But this month has proved that I can.
I guess I'm sharing just because. Don't give up. Face the monsters.