Welcome to the 100th blog post for Humbly Courageous! Wow! A lot of heart went into these blog posts. There is very little I have left out and not shared. I mean a girl has to have a few secrets, right?! But seriously, when I started writing, being anything less than completely vulnerable didnāt feel honest, and I knew if I really wanted to reach people, I had to tell the good, the bad and the ugly. Thatās what I set out to do, and now this week finds me writing my 100th blog post. To say I have been blessed by being vulnerable is an understatement. Sometimes, I look at these comments and feel like Iām dreaming. Itās what I always wanted. To feel that sense of connection, and like I am helping somebody in this world who feels alone like I once did.Ā
The 44 years of waiting, was it a waste of time or a lesson in living well? My faith tells me it was, of course, part of my lifeās plan. Still, I sometimes wrestle with the thought of all the wasted time when I was angry, and I didnāt appreciate the goodness in my life enough. I was bitter because I was disabled and didnāt have a diagnosis. Constantly swimming upstream. I lived life against myself, doing my best to avoid my reality. Or what even was my reality? I didnāt even know. I could look at it as so much wasted time. At times, I feel like Iām desperately trying to make up for all those years. Thereās not enough hours in a day. The truth is I canāt go back. I have to accept that as a lesson, and itās what got me where I am today, along with a lot of hard work. Without it, I never could have experienced what Iām going to share with you today. These are the words of people Iāve never met face to face. I hope to, but I havenāt yet. Their words help me as much as they say my blog posts help them. This is what they have had to say to meā¦.




P.S. This past Tuesday I celebrated the 4th birthday of my diagnosis day. Itās truly a celebration, and a great day of reflection for me. Iām just so grateful to have this day to celebrate!Ā





