Back in the Saddle Again!

 Your girl woke up in the middle of the night determined to make this day a better day than yesterday. No more distress, no more sorrow, no more weeping. Move ahead, Fiorella--after all, you are the matriarch of the family, the only one who has been strong enough to survive.

But what does "move ahead" mean? Fio grabbed her bedside tablet and started scribbling down notes. First, she had to stand up for herself and set new goals. Along the way, she needed to replace her scotch-taped eye-glasses and buy some new clothes that fit her weight loss, and, down the line, she had to start driving again, at least in her immediate vicinity.

Easier said than done, you say, but this is Fiorella's manifesto, and she's sticking to it. This morning, she dressed like someone who cared, held her head high when she walked outside with the trash she'd been accumulating, picked up an old Linda Howard romance she'd found in a box she was cleaning out and started reading it--whew, hot stuff--and Fio can write like that  that too. Then she reset a Ghandi sign that she'd been commissioned to make many years ago and hung it on her display wall. Right now, she's recording her activities as a pat herself on her back....and to remind herself of what she's done so far when her confidence begins to fade.

Ellen would be proud of her.