Another week of thankful

It's simple yet not bashful 

I made a dreamboard1 to store

Vision to inspire me and much more

My therapist showed me a cartoon2

Of a man walking to the sun

Where the sun represents fun

Besides his load, his life goes on

I say, "Fake it till I make it"

My vision is dreamy, I admit

Will I be able to submit

Can I perform and commit?

I will do it, not just try

Little by little, I'll get by

I will be strong and won't cry

I will get help from up high

For years I have worked at 7, either 7 in the morning or seven at night when I started working in a nursing home as a nurse's aide, and through February 2016 as a registered nurse. I would say, since I was 19. I am 45 now, so do the math.

It is the beginning of my self-sufficiency when I could support myself, pay for my rent, car payments, food, and tuition in the community college. It is when I started my shift as an aide in the nursing home. I wore all-white then—bright white, ironed, uniform in the beginning of the shift, and wrinkled at the end. I had a special cleanser for my white working shoes, and a polisher with a matching brush. I was so neat. Now I hardly clean the top of my Dansko shoes I wear all day in the hospital. I also do not own a shoe brush for a long time now. I even do not iron my scrubs. Thank goodness for a good clothes dryer. My royal blue uniform comes out wrinkle-free, well almost.

Eggs Benedict breakfast1 to start my day

With Paul,2 my love, in this cafe

Gives me reason to smile and think okay

I would face the challenges that gets my way

Memorial Day we had some barbecue3

Overlooking my front yard with weedy view

I should be thankful, ignore the blues

I finally nailed the headstand pose

The master pose in the yoga world

I was excited and asked Paul to join

But he answered, "no I cannot join"

I asked him why he did not want to

He replied, "that pose is hard to do."

And then I farted, quite unexpected

"That's another reason" he laughed and said