I’ve been good.
It’s been a long battle but, I grudgingly accept that I have SPMS.
It takes everything to pull myself up, and stand.
I no longer have the strength to fight and ignore its existence,
I need to focus on adapting.

I took a couple trips a while back. Journeys really.
And during these trips I discovered I wasn’t done.
That there is still much I can do, and still lots I want to do.

This change in me, in my state of mind, has me asking many questions.
Jumping from one thought to the next, never quite resolute.

But, as much as I want to answer these questions, I also don’t want to be bound by the answers. Because I believe the search for my voice is just as profound as finding it.