I called my Dad today and as soon as I said "hello" he knew something was wrong. I told him all my complaints and struggles, and he set me straight again.
He told me that he doesn't feel at all sorry for me. Rather pitying me, he's excited for me! He told me that "the process" is strengthening me in ways that he wish he could have. He's happy knowing that I'm pushing myself to my limits in every aspect-- Body, Mind & Soul -- I'm strengthening EVERYTHING I've got. He said that when this is all over and done, I'm "going to be a woman, a STRONG ass woman."
He said that when I was little, I would wake up every morning and look for him. Anytime something ever went wrong, it was my dad that I would always cry out to. And now, I'm living and striving on my own. He told me how proud he is of me and happy to see how much I've grown.
Aghh. Just writing this is making me teary eyed.
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