One Day At A Time

Hello, it’s me.

Seventeen now.

As I write this, I am moving back and forth between my laminate letter board and my keyboard.

I feel like I am six years old again just learning how to point to letters.

With pencil in hand, I reached for those stenciled spaces.

I stretched myself then as I am now.

Motor and visual systems — please cooperate.

I am working so hard.

I have big goals.

I have huge dreams.

I can see it.

I know I can do it.

It is in my mind.

If only my body would get the memo:

HELP ME OUT HERE.

The brain knows what it wants to say.

My body likes to be contrary.

How awesome would it be if they worked together!

Laminate letter boards are in alphabetical order.

The keyboard is a whole new ballgame.

My Mom is working with a coach - as am I.

I look at the keys and it is like a vision test that you fail over and over again.

Letters come in and out of focus.

They dance around.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love to dance it out.

But this is not what I had in mind.

It is not my eyes.

It is training my brain all over again.

I’ve got this.

I will one day sit at my computer and type independently.

I have faith in Him.

I have faith in myself.

I have the best support systems cheering me on.

One key at a time.

One letter at a time.

One day at a time.