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#happydiabeticchallenge - Blue Friday

Today is the final day of the MAY you be a #happydiabeticchallenge - Blue Friday! Generally I wear blue on Friday for diabetes awareness, but today as I sent commands to the space station from the backroom I couldn't help but notice that Earth was dressed to the nines in her gorgeous blues! I decided to repost an entry I made from 2014. Happy Friday friends!



I would really quite like, a trip into space,
It’s such an adventure, it’s such a neat place.
The Earth’s glowing texture, a feast for the eyes,
The inky black heavens juxtaposed with sunrise.

The astro-thought hit me, when I was just five,
Inspired me to learn, have determination and drive.
Before understanding, the pile o’ paperwork,
Astronauts, it seems, must be free of all quirks.  

Diabetes was a significant bump in the road,
I got mad at the rules, I was going to explode.
It was unfair and cruel, that fateful diagnosis,
Even when the doctors said, “She has a great prognosis.”

“Why did this happen to me?” I would think,
Not realizing how the two worlds might interlink.
I decided hard work, was really the only way,
That my thoughts might take form…make a difference someday.

The astro-thought never left, this now 30-something’s mind,
Becoming a ‘naut, and leaving Earth behind.
I ache for the day, when “D” won’t decide,
My innate limitations on where I reside.

It is no secret, my soul longs to be free,
I can’t wait to float in zero gravity!
Flying to space will shatter the bounds,
Of this disease which [currently] holds me to the ground.

Comments

  1. I adore that picture for blue Friday. Yeah I wanted to be a scientist as well. Unfortunately, I am not that smart and I have diabetes. Oh well, I can admire form afar.

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