CP Dance

Wow!  Dance is so me, shoes off baby!  I grew up in the late 70s and early 80s, so music was always a part of my CP/DID life.  Not much has changed.  Dancing is easier than walking, both independently and by my cane.  I use my cane in public, but at home, I am free to move however I choose.  I have Spastic Diplegia, High Tone Cerebral Palsy.  I don't fall as often as I did when I was younger, but this will still happen from time to time.  At 40, I am doing the best I can.  Whee!  My blogs are awesome because they feel like extra leg room on a flight.  I can express myself unlimited, compared to Twitter and Facebook.  Live Journal is my other blog site.  Both are great.

End of 2015

Hello Life!  How I have enjoyed you, despite losses in the family within the last year.  Both of my paternal grandparents are gone, and I miss my brother too.  There have been ups and downs since, but not having them here physically has been hard.

I celebrated my 40th birthday Thanksgiving Day.  Before and after with friends and family due to a ton of plans.  Christmas is around the corner, and the same scenario holds true.  Wow.  PT, Dance, Yoga, and Pilates have done wonders for my health.  I am now down to 120 pounds, and my wardrobe is my new friend.  It will be 70 degrees Christmas Day, and I may end up in a short sleeved blouse with a pair of jeans.  Wearables make me feel beautiful.  It's key to have a good self esteem on my own, to not worry about impressing others.  Life, as I know it, is about me and God.  Beyond that, well, nothing else matters.

I got a Christmas card from a college friend in the mail.  Thankfully, some of my online friends understand how to get offline and live a little, spreading cheer.  Me too!

The 2nd annual Christmas bash was awesome.  I danced solo to Clocks by Coldplay, and dropped more pounds.  It was awesome since I had the dance floor to myself.  We also did a Conga Line to Gloria Estefan's song.  It was so cool!  My dad even got on the floor with me for the line and another dance number.  Everyone thought his skills rubbed off on me, till he told them I am his adopted daughter.  We also bonded over A Home For The Holidays, his idea, to celebrate another year together as father and daughter.

We also had some losses this year, and you can't have sunshine without a little rain.  There were also some physical hardships too, for me, and my mom.  Walking is now difficult for both of us.  In public, I use my cane now.  Mom always needs a hand.  Dad takes care of her.  The cane takes care of me.  It all works out.

2015 has been awesome.  Here's to a great year in 2016!