Are expectations a good thing? Are they an opportunity to rise to a challenge? Are they set so that there is an inevitable failure? Why do some find them empowering and some find themselves buried under a world of frustration? Why is there such a difference between the expectations you have for yourself and that [...]
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the one where i fight like Rocky
I guess it took a reader’s comment to make realize that I’ve sort of veered away from how much of my life still centers around my handicaps. I really do try to walk a fine between finding happiness in who I am now and that constant drive to not be THIS. THIS is in a [...]
overwhelmed in a good way
There are days I want to feel overwhelmed. The husband. The kids. The blogs. The speaking. The book. The things that keep me up at night. The stuff that wakes me from my sleep. I think of the person that stared out of hospital windows. That person who wondered if there’d ever be more. There [...]
finding someone hidden behind the wheelchair
I had a guest today. Like, someone I didn’t know, and I invited over GUEST. I opened the door and welcomed a stranger into my house. With my wheelchair. And my taped-up glasses. The arm that flops when it should flip. The different me that isn’t the me that used to have guests. The one [...]
something i hope doesn’t happen again for a very long time
Last night I fell down. The first time in forever, I wiped out. And I laid on the floor with no way of getting up, feeling helpless and pretty stupid. Now, there was no reason for me to feel foolish. My weaker leg pulled up last minute and it caused me to get off balance [...]
i had this post about how i do things, but i don’t really do THINGS often
You will wake up. You will stare at the wall. You will wonder how this day could possibly be any different from the day before. You find your wheelchair. You get up. You do your exercises and stretches. You spend too long doing too little work. You nap. You play with your kids. You laugh [...]
having a personal set of disney dolls might not be down-the-well, putting-the-lotion-on-its-skin creepy, but still
I visited my old therapists. These were the ones I had last before I was able to go home. Belle, Cinderella and Jasmine. That’s what we called them and that’s what they’ll stay. These three ladies taught me enough so that I could go home. They gave me what I needed to be able to [...]
things that stink about having a stroke, really REALLY stink
Back before I had the stroke, I was a very busy blogger. I always had someone to meet, a company to rep, a product to try. Dude, I was busy. I also wrote my blog that I loved, I wrote the blog that I dreamed about (and it came true), and these were just a [...]
the summer of hope. and boobs. which is hope for some. especially if you’re thirteen.
We watch while there are changes here and there. An arm movement here….a leg moving there…a boob can be be grabbed all the time, apparently. But it can be hard for me to always see the differences. I see my face and body everyday. So when a friend comes that has been here every few [...]
you know how you feel when you’re happy? yeah, we’re trying to make more of that.
Doing the job of five, always multi-tasking, trying to find ways to be better. A better mom…a better wife…a better blogger…a better worker…a better boss…a better do-er…an overall better person. i tried so hard. i really thought there was a brass ring to attain. I thought I was so damn close. Would there have ever [...]
Free: Adjective or Verb?
There’s been the occasional question of what “Free Anissa” is supposed to mean. As I can tend to blather on until someone no longer cares, I try to keep it fairly brief in explanation…Twitter blockage, end of cancer, a new focus, blah blah blah. But, I clearly had great expectations for this new blog…it was [...]
Important
There are times I have to switch my hats so fast it gives me whiplash. Just hours into my time in North Carolina at the Type-A Mom Conference, I got a call that shook me to my core. A call that left me crying in the bathroom. A call with news that made my heart [...]
Rambling is an art, right?
Back in the day I used to blog on what could be considered a semi-regular basis. It’s not that I don’t have things to tell you, it’s that I am WICKED loaded down with stuff I have to do. Like? Figure out why my dryer suddenly decided to stop heating up. Convince my kittehs to [...]
About Anissa
Erma Bombeck said something that pretty much defines my approach to life.... "When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, "I used everything you gave me." If you switch the word TALENT for LOVE or LAUGHTER or HAPPINESS....it still stands.
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