Here I sit eight years after Richie graduated and as I look back at my so called plan I realize the dream of going back to work didn't become a reality. My health decided it was going to take center stage and decided for me work was a pipe dream. Don't get me wrong the dream still exist but not at this present time. Hope. The reason I thought about this, as I have a few times before, is because I spent the morning sweeping and mopping my floors. Upstairs which is only 1200 square feet minus furniture, not huge that's for sure. It took me 21/2 hours. Seriously? Yes. I'm pretty sure I use to clean my whole house, wash my car, chase after kids, do laundry run moms taxi service, push the homework, and make dinner all in the same day, and then some. Today I cleaned the floor and I'm done. Being ill takes all the energy you can find just to do the simple things in life. In my head I want to do more but the body has nothing left. How do you explain that? It isn't easy. While I continued mopping I thought to myself, "You are doing it and that is all that matters." Instead of putting myself down about what I can't do I get a huge feeling of accomplishment by mopping my floors. I know others think of it as no big deal and you know what? I don't care what people think. Whatever. Staying positive and doing what is right for me and my health helps me put my tiny life in perspective, even though I'm not living now as I thought I would be so many years ago. Plans change and we adjust. We learn to make due with what we are given. It's a gift no matter what your circumstances are. I watch so many take life and many times people for granted and I wonder about that sometimes. When you become ill you take nothing for granted. You are so finely tuned into every aspect of life it's almost impossible to do so. In that I will end and say, "I mopped my floors today WooHoo! What did you do? " Pat yourself on the back for the little things. You deserve it!