Sunday Reset

This weekend I, along with 8 friends, stepped out of our comfort zones and participated in a 5K color run. It was hot, it was long, and were dirty. But it was quite possibly my favorite experience of summer so far.

We went into the race tentatively. Not knowing what to expect. We came away with new friends, new inside jokes, and an experience we will always remember. We did something cool this weekend. And that’s what living is about.

Did you live this weekend? Did you make time for yourself and your loved ones? By doing this you’re creating a better you.

Did you create a better you this weekend ?

Today is Sunday. Reset. Lets sit down today and reflect on the past week. Where did we succeed? Where did we fail to succeed as much as we had hoped? Lets take a look at these things and improve this week.

It’s never failure until you stop trying.

Lets keep trying.

Cancer Knows No Age: The Survivor’s Spirit

I know a girl.

We went to high school together. And without divulging our exact age, I will say this: we are not yet 30 but we are apprehensively knocking on that door. And the new decade will
be answering much sooner than we’d care to admit.

This girl

She’s been diagnosed with a certain type of cancer. A type that, under many circumstances, takes lives. It’s an older disease. Something you may hear your grandfather or grandmother talking about. Certainly not someone so young.

Upon me finding out about her diagnosis, one thought immediately came to my mind. How does this happen to someone so young and seemingly healthy?

The answer;

Cancer knows no race, it knows no gender. It knows no age. And when it attacks, its effects reach far beyond just the patient.

Cancer affects everyone.

This girl.

She is a hero in the best sense of the word. Her willingness to invite everyone to go on this journey with her, her candid sense of humor while going through surgeries and chemo is not only admirable. It’s inspiring.

Some people would fall into depression with the news she received. But others, like her, rise to the occasion and take the chance to live when really she should be worrying about dying.

What makes one different from the other?

Is it only when we are faced with death that we truly live?

I don’t have those answers. But I know this; The will to survive is a great one. She has recognized the blessings in her life and is willing to fight like hell to keep them.

Are we willing to do the same ?