It’s become a routine.
I wake up in the morning.
I take my medication.
I head out for my coffee.
… but today is different story.
As over the last 3 days I have received several direct messages (7 to be exact) thanking me for what I do?
What did I do?
I gave those a voice who were afraid to wear on their sleeve that they are part of the BiPolar exclusive club.
As my head slowly bowed down in humbleness the first thing I did was thank my spirit guide for giving me the energy and protecting me from all of my health issues to be able to do what I do.
I am not religious but I stronglybelieve that we are all protected buy a guide, and mine has been doing an amazing job doing so.
What is the point to all of this?
As I continue to write about my marathon, I never know who I impact.
👉 There have been many days that I wanted to quit writing.
👉 There have been many days that I just wanted to close down my public adventure.
👉 There have been many days that I just wanted to say fuck it and raise my hands up in the air and walk aways in more way than one.
This week has shown me that I have a stronger purpose than what my narrow big frame old school glasses have shown me.
Moral of the story.
Never give up or give in as you never know what is over that threshhold directly in front of you.
Have a PHENOMENAL 🤩 Day.
Moral Of The Story…