I'm hurting.
Fairly freaking bad.
There was not hot water so I had a cold shower.
I feel nauseated.

But I have joy.
I hurt like I was thrown down a flight of stairs but God has me standing up.
I'm drinking blueberry pomegranate tea with a smile.

The future is here at last and I'm greeting her with a smile and a limp, but a smile all the same.