Most days I laugh and smile
And count my blessings with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
Most days I am a warrior and face my oppositions with the fierceness of a hungry lion on the prowl.
Quitting is not an option and being strong is the only choice.
Some days I get a little quiet and my heart feels a little heavy.
I look back on my journey and all of the obstacles I’ve had to overcome
and I sigh.
I rest a little in my thoughts and I lay down my sword for just a few moments.
I allow myself to cry a little.
On those days I miss the woman that I was before I had to fight for my life.
She is not much different than I am right now, yet she has changed so much.
It’s hard to explain yet I wonder if it is even supposed to make sense?
It’s like asking the butterfly if she ever misses being a caterpillar?
I am not bitter.
I know in the end of this journey I will be better, stronger, wiser and more resilient.
When those some days come I remind myself that life will go on and I will live every single moment of it with passion and perseverance.
And one day, I will be much better than I am at this moment.
Most days are many and some days are few.
And for that I am thankful.

Written on October 8, 2019 while reflecting on the picture taken October 2017