OK, even “Susie Sunshine” (as I have been called in the past) has her bad days. Sometimes I just want to yell, “Uncle!” I’m done. I’m beaten. Stop! Continue reading
I have always liked birds. A bird is free. To me, they symbolize a life with no inhibitions; without being restricted by Ataxia. The chickadee, especially, is cheerful and always optimistic. These are qualities I admire. Like the bird feeder: I can forget to fill it, but when I do, they’re always forgiving and swarm to it singing the whole time. They live in the moment, cheerfully eating not worrying where tomorrow’s supply will come from.