Sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better.

My father died totally unexpectedly when I was 20. That day, I learned not to take Life for granted, that we are here on borrowed time. This runs deep in me. It has paved my way to be grateful for every day I have, and for so much that every day entails. It has made me a lot clearer in my boundaries, in what/who I allow in my life and not. Life is simply too short and too precious for me, to spend in a context that doesn´t warm my heart and soul. And the older I get, the more important this is, and the more developed I have become in making these choices. For me.
What other people do, is their business and their choices, and I don´t get into that, at all. As I like to say; Not my circus- not my monkeys…

So I cherish this post below from 2016, (couldn´t share it in its´original so it took some scissors and tape) as a reminder. I was blessed that evening, cause there are so many different outcomes this could have taken. It is not the first time I was kept from serious harm in my life. What/whoever keeps me alive and well and still on this planet, clearly has a plan, and I am doing my best every day to be mindful of that. A lot of the time this is going really well, other times not so much. This is usually when I need to get out of my own way… Work in progress I am, like everybody else. We all are human, and we are all learning. Well…. maybe not everyone, but that´s a different post…
Progress is what I aim for. Nothing else.
I am massively grateful for my Life today and every day, and I live my Life one day at a time, the best I can, with a healthy balance in self care and in being of service to others.

“April 7 2016
So 14 hours later, this is how it is. In life, sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better. This, qualifies as one of those moments. However, apart from the face, I have no other visual injuries. Left leg (which was already crap) hurts a lot, as does the right shoulder and arm.
Last night I was on my way to Jo´s house for a long awaited hang out with some good food, riding my mc. In a long bend, there was a long trail of oil. Because the road was bending, I did´t see it until it was too late, so yes, we fell, Ms MC and I, skidded for a number of metres, I rolled (like a bad stunt person) an unknown number of rolls, and then there I was, in the middle of the Birkirkara bypass. Lots of people came and helped me up, and moved my bike away from the traffic, and as I stood there, I was looking at our Mater Dei Hospital, across the bypass. As those who know me would know, this was not my next stop. I eventually continued to before said destination, where I got some TLC, a hot meal and some debriefing.
Thank you all for your thoughts, suggestions and other expressions. They mean a lot! Really.
Today I am moving around at home, very slowly.
Should someone want to stop by and give me a (gentle) hug, and perhaps a Kinnie, don´t be shy.

This is the face of having worn a full face helmet, visor down. Which I still do, in winter.

Be careful out there…”