2016 was war. 2017 was peace. 2018 is euphoria.
Not a big fan of my looks, but the spirit is more important.
The worst year of my life led to the best of my life. I am adamant in my belief that faith was the catalyst for where I am today.
I declared war against my cystic fibrosis after a lifetime of being a victim. One year ago, I won.
This is Part Two of my New Years Resolution. Although it’s more about the rest of my life rather than 2018. Much of the time spent with my group of friends in elementary school revolved around running. Pretending we were …
We all breathed heavily. Some, a shallow heavy. Others, a deep heavy.
Stresses then, stresses now. A little perspective to ease my mind.