Whenever I find myself near an old fort, battle field, or memorial. I inevitably feel myself drawn towards it. Even if I didn't know it was there, until I stumbled onto it.
Supposedly there's lots of slash pine trees. But the must be hiding behind all the mangroves, mango trees, and various palm trees
As fibrosis advances, the more of a workout eating becomes. But what comes out of those pizza ovens is just what New York style pizza should be.
Growing up I simply assumed it was just home to a local softball league. Never learning differently until I started looking for places to hike.
Lets be truthful... Sometimes we (PF patients) are technically capable, but feel to drained to push ourselves. I've struggled with this too.
Marin just wanted to smell all the smells and walk, walk, walk. My nose wasn't powerful enough to pick up on any odors of note. But she seemed to find enjoyable scents all over.
Three years ago... on this day, at this time. I was in an operating room. Being worked on by a surgeon and his team.
A drawback... or perhaps benefit. Is that there isn't a whole lot of room for souvenirs in a skoolie. So when you pick something its got to be special.
Every breath I have now is a gift. And gifts should be enjoyed. Not enjoying myself... because of things outside of my control. Isn't part of my mindset anymore.