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Where Have I been….

Where Have I been….

I don’t mean to disappear. A lot of the times I have to choose between resting, spending time with my family, or blogging. I work hard to manage my energy and time. If something has to give it’s going to be my blog. Not because I don’t love it, this is my favorite thing to do. To have the ability to communicate with others is such blessing. This is just mine, I don’t do it for my family or to gain notoriety, I do it for me. I absolutely hate that any length of time goes by without publishing a post. I am not sure how to rectify posting more consistently but I am thankful for those who continue to join in.

I wanted to write a quick post explaining where I have been. My health is up and down as I have talked in length about. My hope is that eventually my meds will kick in and I can communicate with everyone on a regular basis. I feel so lucky to have found a way to talk with others about lupus, fibro, ehlers danlos and everything in between. Not feeling so alone has been a tremendous boost in my morale. I am so thankful for those who have stuck with me.

I am planning on posting this week. I have a lot to say (per usual). This twisted road seems to never end but I am determined to handle it with grace. I have to find some type of stability. Blogging gives me a way to let it all out and regain some composure. That’s one of the most important steps, having something just for you. So, needless to say I will be putting more effort into what helps me. I’d Love to hear what helps others. Next post will be up Thursday!

 

Have a great week!!

 

 

 

** Wrote freehand with limited edits, please be kind**

Dealing with The Constant Change with Lupus

Dealing with The Constant Change with Lupus

This weekend was a whole new experience for me. Many of us with chronic disease try to fight for any independence possible. Whether it’s going to the store alone or indulging in our favorite hobby. I, for once, had to let go of all reservations and recognize assistance was the only option. For the first time, my husband pushed me in my wheelchair.

It wasn’t a rented or a temporary one. It’s actually mine, prescribed to me by my doctor, because I need it. When it showed up I was not sure how to feel. Should I be happy that I can get out more? Should I be ashamed that I need it? My feelings were all over. I am a thirty-four year old woman that looks healthy but can hardly walk/ stand for long periods. It’s not just Lupus that causes this issue. I also have Joint Hypermobilty Syndrome and Fibromyalgia. The combination makes it almost impossible to do much without pain.

I don’t want to get lost, I am grateful for my wheelchair. My point was more that I never thought it would get to needing one. I thought somehow I would get better. Getting pushed around in my neighborhood on my family walk made me so anxious. I kept thinking what if the neighbors see me? Or what of people don’t think I really need it? I don’t know why I even care. My kids were so happy to have me with them. Their smiles and nonstop talking helped calm me. They seemed so okay with seeing their mom being pushed in her wheelchair by their Daddy.

I realize I need to be more like my kids. They just want to go! They’re so resilient. Anytime I’m unable to do something because of Lupus or any of my chronic issues there is no hesitation. They don’t get upset, they don’t tell me they wish I was a “normal” mom. That’s me, I want that. I get upset. I am embarrassed.

It’s silly really, why should I be shameful of this? The lack of control is obvious. The ever changing symptoms are constant. Nobody would choose this. All the the adjustments you have to make, the relationships you loose, the dependence created. I’d rather just not go out. No walking equals no wheelchair which means no dependence.

You know what really happens though? I miss out. That day is forever gone. Wasted. I don’t get to enjoy the night air or hear my kids laugh. I miss out on life. I’ve tried to be tough through this. I have fought. I will continue to fight but I have been humbled in knowing it’s okay to need help. I lean on my loved ones and let them know how very much their support means to me.

I have a wheelchair. I need a wheelchair. I am not limited because of it, I am getting the chance to experience life in a whole new way. I am willing to make the adjustments needed in order for my quality of life to be at it’s best. Maybe it’s not what I thought it would be, that’s okay. I get the chance to live at the best of my ability. I refuse to give in, I am not stopping. 

 

 

 

 

 

*****please be kind, wrote freehand with limited edits****

Bonding with Others who Have Chronic Illness

Bonding with Others who Have Chronic Illness

Most of the time when I sit here I simply write what comes to my mind. I am not a professional in any sense. I am just a person who created an outlet because I felt alone. It’s not that I don’t have loved ones that care, it was more like they don’t understand. I feel lonely and isolated. They don’t mean to exclude me, they just don’t get it. That has caused so much anxiety within me. I felt confused and almost ashamed of this nasty beast called Lupus. It has taken me up to this point to be open and unapologetic. I am ready to be an open book, I want to connect with others going through the same issues, and most of all I need to accept that this is not my fault.

Yes, I blamed myself for this. I played the could of, would of, should of game. What if I did this or that instead. There were so many questions that would swirl in my head when all of this first started. As my disease progressed I felt overwhelmed and clueless as what was next. Especially because doctor after doctor made me feel like I may just be a crazy woman. I, for sure, thought this could all very well be all in my head. I thank God I had the fortitude to not give up and advocate for myself.

The short story is this, I don’t want any person to feel alone when dealing with chronic illness. There’s a whole community of people that need to connect. We all need to lean on each other because we are the ones who truly get it. In the last month I have just laid it all out there. I have talked about my health with an odd confidence. In the strangest way it made me feel more in control. I have been diagnosed with a list of issues but the top four would be: Lupus, Fibromyalgia, Joint Hypermobility Syndrome, and IBS. I can finally say that without being scared of judgement.

A lot of people fear what they don’t understand or put down what they don’t know. Well, something I never thought I would need came this week, I received my wheelchair. This was a huge step for me, I have fought getting one. I was encouraged to move forward but I was scared. I didn’t want people to see me in a wheelchair and think I didn’t need it or even worse think I was disabled. You know what? I am disabled. I said it. I need the assistance of a wheelchair, I need help from others, I am unable to do daily tasks on my own, and I refuse to feel shame any longer. I need to focus on my quality of life. Lying to myself or being fearful of what others think will only hold me back from living MY best life.

So, I (kind of) went off on a random tangent. I figured if I have these thoughts running through my mind others may be experiencing the same. I am only one person trying to get through everyday with chronic pain (among other issues). I’ve realized how much I value building relationships with others experiencing this. People that without question after question know what you’re describing. You guys are my people, we get each other and I need that. The encouragement that together we can get through it.

Tomorrow is going to be another day that we all are blessed enough to live. We may not get to run outside, climb mountains, or simply clean our homes but we get another day. I am going to enjoy my children’s laughter, hold my husband as tight as my body allows, and indulge in the healthiest unhealthy food I can. What will you do? My hope is there is at least one thing that makes your day shine a little brighter.

Three Tips To Help Deal with Lupus

Three Tips To Help Deal with Lupus

Let me start off by saying that it took a long time for me to feel like I could enjoy life again. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know how to with all the pain I was in. There were so many days lumped together that became a blur. All I hoped for was my pain to ease and my mind to clear. Time after time I just wanted comfort. I hoped there would be a day I’d go back to “normal” again. Then, one day I finally realized this is my new normal, this is my life, and I had to find a way to live it the best way I could.

I am not an expert when it comes to Lupus. I am just a woman who has it and tries countless things to live my best possible life. What works for me may not work for you. That is completely okay. Everyone’s experience with this disease is different. I just want to build a community where we can talk and be there for one another.

There is a lot of things I have changed in my life in order to adjust. Instead of giving you a long drawn out list that you barely skim through I want to share three quick tips that have helped me put my mind at ease. When I started progressing with Lupus I felt lost and very alone, even with loved ones around me, I still do at times. It can be very isolating to know something is wrong but not be able to figure it out. In my case, it took two years for a diagnosis and to be put on the correct medicines. I am not perfect, I have more setbacks than I’d like, but I am LIVING. I refuse to stop pushing, with these three steps I tend to be able to do that with a little more grace.

ONE: Listen to your body.

I know that seems pretty self explanatory but when you have Lupus your body/ mind can feel like its playing tricks on you. There are so many ups and downs, twist and turns, it’s easy to feel discombobulated. What may feel like a small headache can turn into a full blown flare, or you feel like you need a nap but skip it…because do you really need it?? You may think you can totally push yourself to do that extra chore or time with friends, but you end up being out of it for days, weeks, or longer. That’s the thing I learned from Lupus it’s never a couple hours of recovery when you misstep. It takes a lot of time to heal. It’s an exhausting disease, if you feel tired then sleep, if your body say’s no gluten then don’t eat gluten, if it hates the sun then stay out if it. There’s things you can do to try and prevent flares but it is vital you get in tune to what your body is telling you. Once you start listening to your body you’ll be able to communicate clearer to your loved ones and Doctors.

TWO: Don’t waste your time.

Lupus warriors have limited energy. A lot of times our days are dictated by how we feel. Don’t spend time doing things you hate or with toxic people. This was probably the hardest step for me. It is especially hard if you’re a “yes” person. I learned to focus in on what really mattered to me, what/ who I valued, and with those who felt mutually. It’s not worth it to constantly be making yourself sick because your loved ones don’t get it or to feel guilt. You have to learn to love you. There’s no other way. Time is precious.

THREE: Stay away from stress.

This may not always be avoidable but when it is STEP AWAY. Stress is almost a sure way to have a flare of some type. Evaluate what are absolute things you need to be thinking about and what you can remove. This can be from dealing with people to things. If it stresses you out and you don’t NEED it, delete it. I know it’s not always that simple but with practice it gets a bit easier. An extra tip is I clearly stated to all my loved ones that stress is a no-no for me and I didn’t want any part of it. They either respect it or don’t (if they don’t refer to tip TWO.)

Look, Lupus isn’t going  to magically go away. Although we all wish it would. It is a part of our lives that we now have to consider at all times. I love myself enough to make the adjustments needed to be a better warrior, wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. I hope you do the same. We are not alone, we have each other, this network of people fighting to live their best lives with a nasty beast called Lupus. Just keep fighting… KEEP GOING.

 

 

 

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Is it Possible for Relationships to Survive Lupus?

Is it Possible for Relationships to Survive Lupus?

I was recently asked what has changed the most regarding my Lupus diagnosis. I replied “everything” because in reality that is the exact truth. There’s not a part of my life that hasn’t been touched in one way or another by this disease. I take medicine daily, I don’t go in the sun, I avoid being out of the house too long or at all, I lean on others more than I ever have, I lack energy, I eat completely different foods, and on & on. The list is long and it gets a bit depressing to talk about. After thinking about the question I realized there was one key word. What has changed the most... and I immediately knew it was my relationships with others. Simply said, the ones that matter will be there and those that don’t won’t.

Ok, okay. It’s actually not that easy.  There’s a lot of growing pains and heartache. There was for me anyway. I learned a ton about myself, the people I thought would be there, & the people that actually were. The thing is, nobody is really prepared to go through anything like this. The daily ups and many downs of a chronic illness. The constant cancelled plans because you can’t move without pain or the continuous need for help .The desperation for understanding with acceptance and unconditional love. It is a monumental type of thing to take on, you can’t half-ass your love for someone with this disease. That also goes hand in hand with the person experiencing Lupus not being able to put energy into something that will cause them hurt or stress.

Let’ just put this out there as clear as possible, Lupus and stress just don’t go… even more so Lupus and sh*tty people are a big o’ no no. Let me spell it out IT’S NOT WORTH IT. There are only so many hours in everyday. We (people with Lupus) sometimes (most of the time) only get a very little bit of time everyday to feel somewhat good. I will be damned if I am going to waste it on people who don’t value me or me not value them. What would be the point!? Spend your time with those you love and love them fiercely!

I was really surprised by the change of most of my relationships. There were two people that didn’t surprise me at all and I am so very thankful for them. There is one person that has been there for it all, the very worst of the sicknesses and aches. The person that will pick up the pieces when my brain just can’t. In all honesty, I only have a handful of people that continuously FOUGHT to be by my side. No matter how hard I tried to push them away. When I say a handful, I mean exactly five people.

I use to think you needed an army of people or the more that were in your corner the happier you would be. Although my circle has always been small, it’s teeny tiny now… maybe like half a circle. I started to recognize patterns in people and it zapped my energy. I felt completely drained after being around them. There were also the people that if I wasn’t able to offer some kind of value to their life then they didn’t need me. Like me, just being low energy and sick but still me was not enough. It was such a confusing time. Not only was I learning I have some serious health issues but I was also learning how to deal with the unexpected change in all my relationships.

There were some people that I firmly believed would always be by my side no matter what. That there was no way in heck we weren’t going to be an active part of each others lives. but somehow, someway they just weren’t there. It’s as though they vanished. Why? I don’t know. They say one thing. I see another. I still love them dearly but those relationships have to fall to the side. I realized I HAD to be selfish and if those relationships could not survive my health issues then maybe they weren’t as valuable as I thought.

So, What is the biggest change since Lupus has slowly taken over my life? The people I have in it. I am more aware who I spend my time with, who I let in. I have a clearer picture of the people that love me unconditionally and are okay with me being vulnerable. I know who I can lean on and trust. 

It’s another one of the twisted weird gifts Lupus has given me. I’ll forever be grateful for each and every person that has been there for me through this. That love is something I can’t ever put into words. For them and for me I am going to keep fighting like the warrior I am.

Lupus POOPUS, Finding The Positive

Lupus POOPUS, Finding The Positive

I have to say, I would of never taking this many leaps in my life if it wasn’t for Lupus. Uggghhhh, You ever get tired of hearing the name of your nemesis?? In my case it’s Lupus POOPUS. I know..I know such a clever play on words. That’s what happens when you have three kids and have to explain the challenges of poopy Lupus. Damn! There’s that word again! Before I even knew why I was experiencing so many issues I decided it was time for my outlook to change. I gained the greatest gift through my hardest trial.

Just picture me, a mom of three, looks perfectly healthy (maybe even fit to some), slender, tall, active with my children. I take pride in my family and household. I chose to be an at home Mom from the time my oldest was born. I did ALL the daily tasks that makes a typical home run. I was vibrant and sassy. I played with my kids, dance parties in the living room, why not!? Playing sports outside, duh! Going to the park, always…

Then, a slow progression, that I desperately tried to ignore took over.

The active, playful, keep everything in order mom became the no energy, fatigued, always in pain, laid out on the sofa mom.

This is the woman that prided herself on a clean home and helping her kids with their homework every night. I became lifeless. It hurt to move, everything became a daily challenge.

I know it sounds dim. This isn’t for the faint of heart, for the ones that want to sulk. It will eat you alive if you maintain that perspective. I could tell you all about my hair falling out in clumps or being in severe pain after each shower (yes, all those movements cause pain), I can focus on my fingers hurting all the time (even as I type) along with every other joint, I can complain that I can’t sit anywhere for long periods (esp in vehicles), don’t even get me started about having to dodge UV rays (I’m basically a vampire), or lastly (for the sake of this post) how I’ve had to change my whole lifestyle including my diet. Yes, I could talk about all that, in great length actually but what the heck does that do for me, nada! If I am being true to myself and who I am all this has been the most twisted gift I have ever received.

The feeling of no control and not being able to live fully gave me the beautiful perspective of how valuable LIVING is (DUH! you’d think I already knew that concept). Not just being alive but actually living. Making conscious choices for my everyday and finding the good. Look, we all have things to be upset about. WE ALL HAVE A STORY. Who says mine is easier or tougher than yours? It’s up to me to say, Girl get it together and live yo life! (side note: I purposefully put yo not an error) I started to see things I took for granted. The smallest things made me so freakin happy.

As I am writing this I kind of giggle. One of the things that make me super excited is whenever I find out something I love is gluten-free. This can be make-up, food, hygiene products, whatever…. I never realized how much of our daily lives have that one ingredient, and that one ingredient can cause me a whole lot of being  in uncomfortable pain. Another thing is whenever I go to a Doctor’s office ( bc I am always at one) and they have comfy chairs. I get giddy like yeeessss my body is going to ache a little less from this. I mean, it really is the small things!

I was forced out of my norm. I know I was not doing my best, I know I was just going with the flow not pushing myself to achieve. I oddly feel I am more positive due to my experience. I see the value in easily getting out of bed every morning or being able to go grocery shopping, just being able to be active in any sort of way is a gift.

There has been a lot of trials but more triumphs. Specifically in my relationships with my loved ones. I have been able to love harder, my circle of people got tighter, I have MY tribe. The ones that refuse to leave my side. There’s no greater feeling than to know you are loved even when you’re in your most difficult stage of life.

I am amazed at how much Lupus POOPUS has changed my life. Not the parts of my body that hurt or the adjustments I needed to make but instead my appreciation for everyday. I fell in love with myself. I love my husband and kids more. I repaired relationships and let go of toxic ones. I put value into what I put my energy toward and refuse to waste on things/ people that don’t matter.

In a crazy way Lupus POOPUS has forced me to find what makes me happy. I am a blessed woman. Lupus is NOT my burden, it’s given me strength. I will LIVE with it every day with pride and awareness. I have forever been humbled but I am learning to handle this journey with grace. Lupus does NOT define me, I define Lupus. I am a warrior!

 

Is Failure Our Chance To Learn?

Is Failure Our Chance To Learn?

There was a time in my life that I would say ” I failed, I quit, I can’t do it.” I’d basically sabotage myself with a single mistake. My thoughts went right into me not being good enough or somehow thinking I am not capable. I’m not even sure where that thought process came from but it was there… for many many years. It took for me to go through all these dang health issues to realize I wasn’t being realistic. I mean, really let’s think about this, I fail… ok, if I am being fair to myself shouldn’t it be my opportunity to learn? It’s more like our failures and trials make us strong.

I’ve finally embraced that thought process. I had no choice but to accept it. If I never got to this point I’d be miserable. There has been plenty of ups and downs. Now, I gladly take the all. I’ve learned to say THANK YOU.

I fall…thank you, I soar… thank you, I mess up… thank you, I triumph… thank you.

Do you know why I say thank you!?

Because I get the chance to experience it all. To feel it, to cry, laugh, scream. To have the opportunity to learn from it and celebrate.

I get to celebrate my failures. Yes, my failures. I had the chance to try at least. To go after whatever I wanted to work toward. If I don’t succeed, guess what!? I get to try again. That is the beautiful thing. There’s no stopping till we say stop, till we give up, and I am not about to do that!

The crazy thing is it took a very long time for me to give myself permission to feel this way. It happened because I’ve gone through the most challenging time in my life. I realized damn it if I can get through this why the heck did I ever hold myself back, why didn’t I believe in myself!? I am so much stronger and resilient than I ever gave myself credit for.

So, here I am. I failed. I didn’t accomplish something I set out to do. I actually failed pretty miserably. Whether it was in my control or not, I set a goal and I wasn’t even close to meeting it. I gained a lot of perspective, I was able to see the adjustments I needed to make and not beat myself up over it. I felt pretty bad though but would of felt worse if I didn’t dust myself off.

That’s my only choice, to not give in. I won’t allow it. I hope you don’t either. We are challenged in order to get us to the next level. I face my failures with pride. Believe in your vision and don’t stop till you get there!

Keep Going!!

 

 

 

 

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You Hurt Me, but I Will Get Through the Pain.

You Hurt Me, but I Will Get Through the Pain.

You hurt me, my heart will never be the same.

You hurt me, now everything has changed.

You hurt me, I’m not sure I’ll ever trust again.

You hurt me, I need to love me instead.

You hurt me, I won’t let you win.

You hurt me, I’ll learn to be my own person.

You hurt me, all my strength has been tested.

You hurt me, I refuse to hold it in.

You hurt me, I’m moving on carefully.

You hurt me, I’m determined to get through it.

You hurt me, the pain still strong as ever.

You hurt me, I must forgive to move on.

You hurt me, my mind and heart will be free.

You hurt me, I refuse to be hateful because of your stupidity.

You hurt me, I rose above.

You hurt me, I was so lost.

You hurt me, I dwelled on it way too long.

You hurt me, now I’m strong.

You hurt me, but now I’m happy.

You hurt me, I love myself more than ever.

You hurt me, I’m so thankful it didn’t take forever.

You hurt me, this is my external sigh.

You hurt me, I can finally say good-bye.

Today is one of those days: Chronic Illness

Today is one of those days: Chronic Illness

Today is one of those days. Every part of me hurts. I had to push myself to get  out of bed this morning. My body tried to refuse. These are the times I feel most frustrated because I don’t even know what I did to cause so much pain. Throbbing, achy, uncontrollable pain. From my toes, knees, and hips up to my back, elbows, and neck all of it hurts. I tell myself to breath, to pace myself, that it’s all going to resolve. I force my mind to stay positive not allowing myself to feel too depressed.

After being misdiagnosed I was finally told I was dealing with Joint Hypermobility Syndrome with fibromyalgia, and all the symptoms that come along with them. I am still being monitored for Lupus with continued follow ups. When I first heard the Doctor say hypermobility I was completely thrown off. I had never even heard of it. My interpretation was I was basically too flexible and it caused my chronic pain. It, of course, is more complex than that. I am still trying to wrap my head around it and figure out what the heck my body is doing.

I won’t pretend to be an expert. I know there is Joint Hypermobility Syndrome (JHS) and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDs) type III aka hypermobility type. The difference between JHS and EDS still seems to elude me.  Sometimes I hear they are the same thing, other times JHS is when you’re the only one in your family with hypermobility issues  with pain and EDS is when it is hereditary.  I, honestly, couldn’t give you a clear answer at this point. What I can tell you is I have it. Even though when I was first told I thought my Doctor had it all wrong, it totally makes sense now.

I realize I’ve had hypermobility since I was a child. I dealt with very mild issues. I can remember always being super flexible, I never had to stretch, I easily bent this way or that way. The one big issue I always had was loose ankles. They’d always hurt after running or dancing. I rolled them constantly. I just thought I had weak ones. As I got older there were other clues like severe TMJ but in my mind all my issues were separate.

Everything began to change greatly when I became pregnant with my third child. Then, six months after giving birth I began to notice I was having anxiety, fatigue, and pain. I thought it was all due to my hormones and possibly breastfeeding. I kept telling myself to get it together and really believed it was all in my head.

The scariest thing is when you feel like you lost total control and have no idea how to get it back. I stopped breastfeeding after eighteen months. I thought that was my issue. A busy home, \breastfeeding, not enough sleep, not enough “me” time, something was causing issues but I knew I could handle it. I just needed to make adjustments, right? Imagine my fear when things only got worse. I became panicked.

After a little over a year and a half I FINALLY realized this is beyond the scope I can handle on my own. In my mind it would be easy. I’d need to do this or that and BOOM I’d be my normal spunky self. That’s not the BOOM I got. Instead I had a series of blood test, several different doctors, and many months go by, all while my health deteriorated to finally get diagnosed but still monitored for possible other issues.

Deep breaths. This has been a hugs process and crazy overwhelming. I did learn why all my symptoms began to hit me so intensely, I actually never even knew that this was possible. I always have had these issues as I said there’s been little hints throughout my life. One of my Doctors explained sometimes huge/ traumatic life events can trigger disorders/ diseases to , in a sense, “wake up”. My big life event was the pregnancy and birth of my third baby. I have always had these imbalances but they were asleep.

There’s a lot that still confuses me. Even more I am trying to understand. It’s like all my small issues became amplified to the max with me still trying to figure out how to balance it all. Most days I am positive. I am able to be happy, I woke up to see another day with my family. I have weaknesses, feeling useless and needy is one of them. I am taking everyday with a grateful heart and trying to handle all this with grace.

This is my experience with chronic illness. There’s no end to the pain, just management, there aren’t any clear answers, just hope. I am ok. I just have my days where I wonder if there is more I can do. Is there something I’m not understanding?  I will continue on my path with the perseverance that one day I will know what this all is and I will live. I will live LOUD!

 

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Why Do a Seven Day Blog Challenge!??

Why Do a Seven Day Blog Challenge!??

I want to elaborate about why I decided to do something so unconventional for myself. I could draw out my explanation but to put it simply I needed to wake up!! This is the figurative splash of water on my face. I NEED to get out of my daze of normal. If I am comfortable I like to stay there and that is not necessarily what’s best.

I thought what could I do, for myself, that would get me out of my comfort zone. Remember, I despise being uncomfortable. I’m a overplanner, worrier, always have a plan B type of gal. So, with that, I decided to throw away all my “rules” and just jump in.

I created a simple guideline for myself.

1. All my post will be freehand with very limited edits.

2. I will be open and hope to break through a barrier I’ve created within myself.

3. & Lastly, I hope to not miss any days.

I am not going for lengthy post rather more quality post about life. I want to be raw, unedited.

If you decide to join me in this challenge it is all about self-awareness and growth. Whatever that means to you. You can tag me via twitter or is the hashtag #crazywonderful.

Life is about discovery. Push your limits. There’s so much out there to experience.

Let’s do this!!

Post one done…phew… hope to see you back here tomorrow! 

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