Intentions vs Needs

My intention was to write every week.
My intention was to tell you more about my husband's heart attack.
My intention was to tell you how I was feeling and coping.

What is the old saying? The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Or something like that.

Okay, maybe that was a bit overly dramatic; however, you get the point....I had a lot of intentions.

Instead, I focused on healing. I focused on my family. I focused on relaxing. I focused on not worrying about a darn thing.

It is like I hibernated safely in my home, surrounded by my husband and children. We didn't let anyone else in.

It felt good.

And what is even better is that I feel like I am at a better spot.

I feel ready to tell my story.