Granting Myself Permission

March, as shared in my previous post, isn't my favorite month.  At the end of the month, I will "celebrate" nine years of living with my forever-disease.

Yuck.

My diaversary strikes fear in my heart.  Regret.  Anger.  And tears.  A lot of tears.  Resentment.  Spiritual storms.  A lack of peace.  Joy-stealing.

I was browsing Facebook the other day, and I came across this graphic.   A powerful reminder of what I want for my life.  A powerful reminder of what I can create and live, if I so choose.

I'm choosing.  Today.  Day by day.

March will inevitably arrive each year.

What will I do with it?