Here's a photo of me and some of the ladies that got ready to go out for Pardi Gras festivities in Ellicottville this weekend.
Most days, I pull strength out of places I didn't even know I had it. I get up out of my bed, put a smile on my face, and continue to use optimism as a defense mechanism against grumpy people. I remind myself even at my worst someone has been through far more. I remember that smiling at someone who is miserable could in fact change their entire day. Winter absolutely gives me the blues--it takes a toll on my mood and is most difficult on my joints. I snap crackle and pop more than a bowl of rice crispys. I'm grateful that each day it's warming up here a little. Each day, though currently it's a muddy mess, things are melting and coming back to life. Late spring and summer here are so beautiful. I can't wait to curl up with a margarita on a floaty in the pool. I look forward to late night bon fires with friends and a cold beer on a long summer night. I've been writing lately about how I finally have more awareness about who I am and what my limits are. Despite a few minor setbacks, I am still confident in that. I am grateful to everyone who continues to encourage me through a tough time in life. I find out about that interview Friday, and even if it's no, I know that something is just around the corner. Love you all to the moon and back.