Short and simple – this is what the blog will be.

Claire Wineland’s birthday is today. She would had been 22 years old.

A light.
A light.
A light that is missed, yet – will never ever, ever, go out.

I am doing what I have been doing, welcoming the day, working hard, trying to stay out of trouble.

I work day and day out. I do my twelve things in the morning before I even step out of the house. Then to return and do more of them.

Every day I am grateful to be here.

Every day I wish to push myself further to what it is I am supposed to do, or perhaps already doing.

The main goal and initiative is share, create, love, and be grateful, with the great intentions of never causing harm and to be kind.

Every day there are challenges and I always have more things to do in any given day than the hours in which I am given. I don’t know or understand when people say they don’t have anything to do. These four-footers do keep me quite busy as well.

My mind wanders and does so willingly perhaps because of my physical restrictions in a way.

My treatments, right. The hours and hours and hours of keeping myself alive.

We are all working and we are all trying – are we not?

Keep at it.
We only go forward
We don’t look back.

Much love.

One beloved poem:

Today

Today I will not live up to my potential.
Today I will not relate well to my peer group.
Today I will not contribute in class.
I will not volunteer one thing.
Today I will not strive to do better.
Today I will not achieve or adjust or grow enriched or get involved.
Today I will not put up my hand even if the teacher is wrong and I can prove it.

Today I might eat the eraser off my pencil.
I’ll look at clouds.
I’ll be late.
I don’t think I’ll wash.

I need a rest.

– Jean Little