It’s difficult to say, “I’m blessed because I’m broken,” considering the heartache it took to say it. People generally do not like broken things. We put damaged products back on the shelf in exchange for something with sturdier packaging. We shy away from broken furniture and flee quickly at the thought of a messy rehab. ‘Things’ don’t seem to have the same appeal or value when they don’t function properly. Think about it. While it’s possible to glue a shattered piece of antique pottery back together, the crumbled masterpiece can’t regain its value in the marketplace. We all agree that those little material things don’t matter much, but what happens…
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I’m not okay and that’s okay!
I’m not okay today. I’m sitting here in the lab eyeballing the nurse as he comes toward me with a needle ready to jab my arm for a blood sample. Just the thought of having my blood drawn makes me pass out. Every person in this world who knows me understands this is part of my Kellie silliness. They also know the countless stories I can share regarding all my past experiences. There was the time I lost consciousness and knocked out a basketball size hole doctor’s office wall. One time, I passed out in the hallway of the medical center smearing makeup all over the front desk as I…