A New Story Now Begins

Whether it’s a good or bad day,

Just look in the mirror and be thankful you woke up

I have stared at this blank screen for a while now, went and did my daily meditation. Yet like the screen my mind is blank. Story wise is what I mean of course, I like to think I’m somewhat reasonably intelligent? lol. Many different quotes refer to when life takes a drastic turn, to simply turn the page and start a new chapter. Well, while that makes sense in theory sometimes that story just ends. Nothing else to tell. Hence I will not be simply starting a new chapter, but writing a new book. I even considered changing the name of the blog, or starting a new one. But, no, most of you have been here for almost four years know and I cherish the connections I have made with my audience, even though this blog is relatively small. Also this platform isn’t the easiest to navigate, so I’ll stay put here. Old posts will remain, although some picture may eventually change. It will be the same, but different, however one thing will always remain, an open and honest account of a cancer patients journey.

I read all of your messages, whether it’d be here or on my social accounts and though I’m not that active I do my best and will continue to respond to you all. You may have noticed over the last few posts I’ve started with either a quote, verse or poem written or modified by yours truly. When the time comes again finish writing my book, that is how each chapter will start. So, I’m relying on you my readers to let me know if you like that. I also haven’t included many photos lately as I have felt the words I jot down are more important. Photos will once again start to reappear as I fill my new story with pictures from a new lens. Now that winter is upon me here it gives me time to pause and think of where this story may go?

I’m not one to believe in fate, although some things just do happen to fall onto to peoples plates. With an adventures heart I prefer to blaze my own trial, carefully trying not to stumble into hazards. Making sure that I’m always aware. Knowing that beauty could also be only one short step away. Trying to blend the optimist I desire to be along with the realist I was born to be is another tricky battle that hides within me. My illness has helped shape me in many different ways, from a welder to writer I never would’ve thought. To reach out to so many through a simple blog has been my pleasure and for people who can relate to my message, whether sick or not. Has transformed my life for the better and will carry into this new story.

Even my apartment now resembles who I really am, simple, open and quite frankly a little bare. But, that’s who I really am, don’t need much. Stuff means very little to me, sure everyone has sentimental objects they hold dearly. I’d rather do my best to experience and live life. Maps now hang on my wall a constant reminder that there is still such a vast amount of wilderness to explore, countries to backpack and people to meet. As this story begins a sense of anxiety washes over me, a mix of paralyzing fear along with sheer excitement. It’s like grabbing my canoe and gear, head to a maze of lakes I’ve never been to without a map. Where I’m forced to use my sense of direction to get to wherever this trip takes me. Maybe the wind will give me a break and help push me when paddling becomes tiresome. Along the way getting a little lost, maybe they’ll be some white water or white caps to test me as I go. Long, lonely portages with a heavy load to carry. In the end though we find that hidden gem, the perfect campsite. Great fishing, a place to explore and best of all a beautiful view for me to enjoy the rest of my days.