Today, I signed up for clinical research trials for a health condition I've been battling. I've decided not to take this lying down. Figuratively, I am standing up for what is mine; securing what belongs to me. That means taking charge in areas in which I've typically been apprehensive. Now is the time for me to MANHANDLE this life of mine; no one is going to do it for me.
I've been polishing my inner person; beefing up on positive material that strengthens my inner resolve. I've been reading books, listening to lectures, sermons, teaching-anything that can make me a more secure, enlightened, innately strong person. I don't like feeling weak. Sometimes, when lots of things come at you at one time, you feel weak--unable to accomplish what you set out to do.
This morning, I woke up shaking, nauseous and could hardly get of out bed, because my blood sugar was low. I started out my day feeling weak and defeated. But I don't like that feeling. I don't like it and I refuse to stay in the fetal position.
I ate breakfast, took insulin and laid down. When I woke up, I checked my blood sugar again and it was too high. Uggggh! I did all the things I was supposed to do to get my levels right. When I saw my blood sugar reading, I felt the wind drift out of my sails. Then I decided not to let the high reading get me down. I took some more medicine and set out to research some clinical trials on diabetes.
I am determined to make a miracle out of my life and what currently ails me. I refuse to take a back seat to my life, letting things happen to me without making calculated efforts to make things better.
Today, I vow to myself that I will be a purposeful victor. I have stepped out of the backseat and into the driver's seat. Sunglasses on. Full tank of gas. Ready to make this happen. Ready to be the winner that I am destined to be.
Goodbye back seat. I'm driving now.
