Okay, this is my second attempt at this, because after 2743 characters typed in my sharepost yesterday, it ended up in cyberspace somewhere so I have to start over, but I am not complaining....

Starting over stinks, especially when I drop an almost full bottle of coffee creamer on my freshly mopped kitchen floor, due to lack of hand strength. Or, when I notice that I am not keeping up with my 22 students in kindergarten physically or mentally, like I did the year before, and I have to speak with my principal about changing to a less stressful job.

Starting over. Looking at the bright side, maybe my floor will be cleaner this next time. Maybe I should be thankful for the position I will start in the fall. Maybe the new MS therapy I started in November will begin to show signs of promise now that it is summer break and my exciting life of teaching is over for awhile. Maybe.

Life is a highway, and here I sit on top of a median, contemplating my "maybes." Lots to cry about, but yet lots to be thankful for. I am doing my best to just sit here with the cars whizzing past at 70 mph and count my blessings. I am safer up here, because I don't move at those speeds anymore...I try sometimes and end up on my back.

I have a great support group with family and friends and people like me on this website who would drive up to the next spot on this median and sit and talk for awhile if they saw me. So, if you are just wanting to weep of days of old and wish for them back like I have, remember: there are many more fatalities on the highway.....take a break on the median....and let someone else mop your creamer for a change...