I made a promise to my father on his birthday. My gift to him. It has been only four days, and already I have faltered on my pledge. Today I will recommit to Dad.
Funny thing is, I dreamt of him last night; several different dreams, and woke up crying once. I think that partially, it was my mind recalling my promise, pushing me to re-evaluate my situation, and reassuring me that I can, and will, overcome this mountain that I swore I would summit. I also like to think that my father had a little something to do with his visit to my unconscious mind as well.
So thanks dad, for giving me that extra kick in the butt I obviously needed. XO