Resolving to LIVE

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I have been inspired by the e-mails and testimonials I have been getting these past few weeks... and I am trying to appreciate the gift I personally have been given. Because I too got my life back from migraines.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you about the NEW goals for my life.

I aim to have more adventures, enjoy things more passionately and experience things I never thought possible. 

I bought a bike. I agreed to train and participate in a triathlon (albeit reluctantly at first). I have started hiking again, and dreaming about epic hikes around the US.

In short, I am not letting the fear that has ruled me for the past 10 years continue controlling my actions. Before, I couldn't exercise. I couldn't be in the sun for extended periods of time. I couldn't spend time away from my meds and migraine comforts.

So I have made it my mission to start reintroducing these things back into my life. I am working on undoing years of conditioning telling me I COULDN'T SO THESE THINGS. 

I CAN do all these things. And I want to. 

So I am starting to train. I am trying my hardest to enjoy every second of the life I have fought to have. I am so grateful for Preventa Migraine, but I realize now that it can only help with the migraines... I HAVE TO HELP MYSELF RE-ACCLIMATE TO LIFE MIGRAINE FREE. So I am going to focus on living again, now that I can.

In high School (so many years ago) we read this poem by Robert Frost. At the time I interpreted it with a young girl's mind. Boys. Friends. Teenage angst. Now I think about it from an adults perspective. A "spoonie" who needs to live up to the gift of many more spoons. I have been thinking of this poem today, and I am grateful and appreciative of the gifts I have been given, and I have allowed myself to choose the path I take. Life is good.

The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;  
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,  
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.  
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


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