Beautiful concrete
Was it everything you hoped?
Was it all that and more?
Too much? Too soon? Or too good to be true?
Was it everything you hoped for?
Today as I was driving back from a very successful training session with Sandy, the barren scenery we passed, dead from weeks of road salt with patches of snow peeking out, reminded me of a dream.
I dont think I could have ever imagined how full I could be living here.
As the sun set between the trees, at one point tricking me in to thinking there were police lights behind me, I couldnt imagine a way that I could be any happier. Earlier in the day I had just popped in to visit my cousin, which still blows my mind, then Sandys trainer told me what amazing progress she has made, wishing that every client made this much progress, and then I witnessed a little bit of nature on my way back to my concrete jungle.
We all have our problems, we all have our concerns, but the fullness I feel from my life here is incomprehensible to me.
I know it may seem cheesy to write a blog post about happiness, but too often in life we cant seem to accept our own happiness and have to cause concerns and problems to fill up our time. I for one am constantly doing that, causing my own problems on a regular basis. But for once in my life, I feel in control of my career, my destiny, my surroundings, and in turn, my happiness.
It is in my hands and I posses it.
* * *
Friday I sat in a walk in clinic that a week before had only taken me an hour to breeze through, while this visit I was still waiting two hours later, and there were by far less people than the week before. What in the world, I wondered.
I was even more anxious as I was awaiting test results and I just desperately wanted to hear the words, They didnt find anything.
Instead I heard the words, They arent really sure what they found, and a referral to a surgeon to see what he can deduce.
And while everyone was posting colours in their facebook statuses, I sat with my leg bobbing and jumping nervously in a waiting room, hoping that the lump I had found in my breast was nothing (let me tell you about the worst timing for an internet meme ;o) ). The doctor who did the ultrasound saw no malignancy indicators, but the imaging was not totally successful and he recommended a recheck in a months time. The loving, caring GP I saw at the walk in (who took at least 30 minutes per patient he was so thorough) suggested I just skip to the next step, seeing a surgeon, instead of waiting a month and possibly having to see a surgeon then.
So I took a gulp and got a copy of my ultrasound report and have an appointment in two weeks time to see what the surgeon says. The next step may be a mammogram, it may be a biopsy, but it is just the next step and Ill take it as it comes.
For now I am just grateful that from walk in appointment to ultrasound to surgeon appointment took just under a months time.
How lucky life can be.
Was it all that and more?
Too much? Too soon? Or too good to be true?
Was it everything you hoped for?
Today as I was driving back from a very successful training session with Sandy, the barren scenery we passed, dead from weeks of road salt with patches of snow peeking out, reminded me of a dream.
I dont think I could have ever imagined how full I could be living here.
As the sun set between the trees, at one point tricking me in to thinking there were police lights behind me, I couldnt imagine a way that I could be any happier. Earlier in the day I had just popped in to visit my cousin, which still blows my mind, then Sandys trainer told me what amazing progress she has made, wishing that every client made this much progress, and then I witnessed a little bit of nature on my way back to my concrete jungle.
We all have our problems, we all have our concerns, but the fullness I feel from my life here is incomprehensible to me.
I know it may seem cheesy to write a blog post about happiness, but too often in life we cant seem to accept our own happiness and have to cause concerns and problems to fill up our time. I for one am constantly doing that, causing my own problems on a regular basis. But for once in my life, I feel in control of my career, my destiny, my surroundings, and in turn, my happiness.
It is in my hands and I posses it.
* * *
Friday I sat in a walk in clinic that a week before had only taken me an hour to breeze through, while this visit I was still waiting two hours later, and there were by far less people than the week before. What in the world, I wondered.
I was even more anxious as I was awaiting test results and I just desperately wanted to hear the words, They didnt find anything.
Instead I heard the words, They arent really sure what they found, and a referral to a surgeon to see what he can deduce.
And while everyone was posting colours in their facebook statuses, I sat with my leg bobbing and jumping nervously in a waiting room, hoping that the lump I had found in my breast was nothing (let me tell you about the worst timing for an internet meme ;o) ). The doctor who did the ultrasound saw no malignancy indicators, but the imaging was not totally successful and he recommended a recheck in a months time. The loving, caring GP I saw at the walk in (who took at least 30 minutes per patient he was so thorough) suggested I just skip to the next step, seeing a surgeon, instead of waiting a month and possibly having to see a surgeon then.
So I took a gulp and got a copy of my ultrasound report and have an appointment in two weeks time to see what the surgeon says. The next step may be a mammogram, it may be a biopsy, but it is just the next step and Ill take it as it comes.
For now I am just grateful that from walk in appointment to ultrasound to surgeon appointment took just under a months time.
How lucky life can be.