Not all who wander are lost

        I'm so nervous! Chris and I are heading to Texas for a family reunion/wedding in a few weeks. Since just riding in a car causes shooting pain up my back, into my neck and left shoulder, I'm dreading having to not only get to the airport but getting to the gate, and then the airplane trip itself. God, I hate this disease. I use to LOVE traveling, I guess you could have called me a restless soul; now I am absolutely terrified. I feel like I am always having a slap of reality hit me when situations arise that I use to enjoy, now I fear doing. It sucks because then I have to go through what I call, "mourning my past self process." I allow myself to cry and grieve for the loss of who I use to be and the things I use to do, then I give myself a badass pep talk. I channel my inner Ice Cube; if you are not familiar with this gentleman, he's one of the all-time-best rappers of our age. He's also a badass! I would hate to be on the wrong side of Ice Cube....t