On my own.....

All by myself. One woman show. Me, myself and I. Whatever you want to call it.

Since the first time since my transplant my final steps in recovery are all mine.

No Therapists. No buddies. No one poking me along. Now it is really just me and my personal motivation.  I recently read a book recomended to me by a friend called "Looking for Lovely" this is a very insightful and spiritual book. In the book, the author Annie speaks of her own personal experiences with quitting in her life. I have quit and restarted many things including keeping up this blog, but my personal regrowth is something I don't want to quit. Not after I have came this far.

As I look for my own personal lovely, I am trying to dig deep and not slip back into the old ways. Waking in to the Y today I challenged my self to follow the regime that my PT Meghan had taught me and we had done together so often. Me in the water, her on the side encouraging me. It wasn't easy, it's not suppose to be and I know that. It felt great. I felt accomplished and happily walked out with my head held high and a smile on my face. I even took a second to stick my head into to rehab.....I don't easily let go of old friends, thats how I roll.

Taking pictures in a mirror is not my thing, but taking this one was something I felt I needed to do because it was another one of those first time moments.

First time knowing that Meghan or Adrianne would not be there waiting for me. The first time I wouldn't use my rehab card to enter the rehab pool. The first time I would not be able to have someone there laughing and chatting our about weekends, keeping my mind from thinking about the hard work and focusing on just moving. So with Meghan's list in hand and the tools of the Y she trained me to use,  I am armed with what I need to succeed.