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How the eff is this my life? - Moving Forward After a Hard Knock.


Do you ever have those days when all you can say is “how the fuck is this my life?”
Sometimes said in a Wow! I’m killing it but mostly said in bewilderment. I try and be present and aware of  what’s happening around me & within me, however I’m also guilty of zoning out and getting through my days in a perpetual daze. Occasionally you look up and you are stunned at what your life has become.



When this happens, you may be anxious or feel helpless about where you’ve ended up. Either through your own choices or the cards you’ve been dealt. I just wanted to write today, it’s never too late to make changes in order to achieve the life you want.

I’ve been saying that phrase lately but I know that life changes and we’ve got to adapt the best way we know how. So for me, I know with my new diagnosis, I can’t take on as much like I used to.
I need to give myself wiggle room in my schedule. I have to be kind to myself and say no to things I really want to do so I can function better. I need to forget about my past PB’s and look forward to what I can do now. Have joy in the little accomplishments I acquire along the way.  I need to figure out a real life support network who want to live life to the full instead of staying stuck. Of course we can wallow or vent coz things are hard but it mustn’t become a habit.

How about you?
What steps do you need in order to move forward?

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