It’s 8th January 2013.
It’s been a long time since I posted because I had nothing to say. Just pissing and moaning, no points or matters of interest.
On 30th November 2012, my granddad, who I loved indescribably, died.
That day, I stopped “getting back” to being me again.
I started being me again.
My Gran-Gran wanted the world for me.
The only way I can have the world is to go out there and get it.
I can’t give up hospital visits or quit EB as resolutions.
But I can promise myself that, on days when my body is in my control, I will live.
I will push myself.
I will reach for what I want.
I will stop letting myself down.
I will give myself to the eternally occurring question – “What are you doing at the moment?”
I will make starts, because that’s the only way I will ever finish.
My notebooks and pens will no longer simply be clutter.
They will hold plans, ideas, stories, sketches, the contents of my brain.
Photo albums will show me living.
I will smile real smiles.
Because when I’m sat on top of the world, I’ll be the closest to Granddad I can be.
I’ll make you proud, Gran-Gran.
I’ll make that life you would’ve handed to me if you could’ve.
And I’ll write all about it here, too.
When I have the time…
Happy New Year to you all xx