The old saying "it doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down, what matters is how many times you get up", rings true for most of us.  It's not just about getting back up on our feet, it is also about how we do it.

For the first time this week I felt strong enough to go for a walk, and I had three choices.  I could walk the streets in my neighborhood, take a steep walk up the mountain, or a slow walk on the beach.  As the water-lover I am, I choose the beach today.  Not to sunbathe or swim, but to slowly put one foot in front of the other towards health.  Once in a while I had to stop just to take it all in.  When I look out over the ocean, hear the waves meeting the shore, and breathe in the salty air, I feel an inner peace that only water can bring me.  It is life, and for me one of the best therapies in the world.

I took a few steps backwards in regards to my health this past week, and today I was able to take one step forward again.  It's a constant Foxtrot dance, one slow-two quick-quick-steps.  Sometimes the slow step is forward, and other times the two quick steps goes sideways or backwards. Like how this past week was.  Now I'm hoping for the reverse for a while.  That I'll move forward with two quick steps each day. I realize that part of this dance is not in my control, but I'll try to the best of my ability to move as smooth as I can to life's music.  All the while with my head held high.  Come and dance on the beach with me ...