get out of my wheelchair

I’ve been very touched by how many people have cheered on this goal. I’m not any nearer succeeding, but so much support was unexpected. I’ve a few goals that I think off as whimsical – this one, dancing in the moonlight, swimming with dolphins, fall into that category. But I’m keeping them on the list, because I like to have dreams.

I want to get out of my wheelchair, and then throw it out – never want to see it again.
Why? Oh so many reasons. It would mean I was well again, I’d be independant again, but most of all I’d dance again – in fact I may not stop for some considerable time, LOL.
Also, I wouldn’t destroy shop displays, or even drag them behind me, I’d fit in all sorts of places I don’t at the moment.
Hey, I’d be tall again [ok that’s relative – but 5’2 would still be an improvement].
And – best of all – I wouldn’t have to search for that rare commodity – a disabled toilet. Rofl.