I broke my arm and now you’re stuck with me

I broke my arm and now you’re stuck with me for 77 days as I pivot my life and fearlessly pursue all my delayed dreams that have not dried up as of yet.

Although I left them drying up under the blazing sun, my drama still cry out in the wilderness hoping God will have mercy and answer their cries.

Welp, as a new member of the limited mobility community, I’m like Bruce alright with my keyboard ready to dictate and watch technology fill the void one hand created.

of course my goals are pretty lofty, and seems impossible but I remembered today that sometimes you have to see it to believe it and when we I communicate my thoughts with you guys, I see it.

Therefore I believe that I can become the woman I always wanted to be, elevate myself and grab a hold of all opportunities in front of me when they present themselves.

It’s day 17 of 90 and I’m a few pounds down, because for the last two weeks it’s been soup and not much of anything else. With all the pain from my broken humerus, I didn’t want to walk around feeling stuffed to the brim and heavy.

To Publix my husband went and bought back some delicious soup. I do admit that I have not gotten any this past week because of a few Reddit posts that educated me on the what random people do with the soup.

I sadly decline any more soup shortly after, we can’t have anything great because a few people lack basic food mannerisms. Which is such a shame though. Anywho, girl, I lost a few pounds so why not keep going?

I’m the same breathy, why. It go full coward in the entire glow up, from the inside to outwardly. Mental, emotionally and physically. You know? Really fulfill my motto of losing weight, growing my hair, and getting my money up.

All in all it means, sticking to what I know to be true regarding working out and calorie consumption. Getting a grip on my hair care routine ( and much won’t be much with only the use of one hand). Deep diving into my debt, creating a strategy to eliminate it while building income producing side hustles.

So, let’s take a deep breath. Are you with me? Ready or not, it’s go time, here I come! You can’t collect the reward if you’re too scared to take a risk on what you want.

One of my favorite scriptures say to feel the fear and do it anyway. I’m doing it. 77 more days until judgement day. Did I live fearlessly or succumbed to the fear of success?