I am responsible for my own life – that’s what I keep realizing.

It’s 12 :  00 PM on day 1723 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, pray,  read Amos 5, publish my Disability of the Day feature, learn one new thing  –The barrier islands and tidewater area from the Carolinas through Georgia into northern Florida is the traditional home of the Gullah. Also known as the Geechee and the Sea Islanders, the Gullah descend from freed slaves who formerly worked the rice fields and cotton plantations in this low-lying area. – feed myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich for breakfast and promote my Educate Generations campaign–   Catherine Cook who has donated eight times before donated $25 yesterday (thank you SO MUCH Catherine you will never know how much your generosity has changed me we’ve never met in person and yet you have gone above and beyond to help me make a difference you’re extraordinary 🙂 ) which brings the total raised to $3 025.

Yesterday it dawned on me that I hadn’t really had fun in a long time and the sad part was I had nobody to blame but myself I am responsible for whatever happens or doesn’t happen in my life.