Just a regular Sunday.  Breakfast and lounging were luxurious this morning, my sweetheart and I will soon head out for a family event, and music is keeping me hopping this morning.  Yes, it’s just another Sunday. Then again, I’m recovering from an aneurysm, and none of these above are as easy as they were before.

I have a new opportunity, yet I do not know what I want to make of this new opportunity. So many false starts came before, and so many wonderful people are already part of my life.  Some days I can only cry, not even knowing why the tears quietly and unexpectedly flow; still, I’m making it through those times to the next task of the day.  Each day I try to find at least one bird, so I make certain to go outside and look up. That’s what this blog is about: my broken brain is now a new brain, so what will I now create in my life?