I've got a long way to go, and sometimes it feels like I've just missed the bus or the plane connection. Still, feet and fingertips were invented first. By God, who knows his plans from beginning to end. I'm an adult, and I'm sure that on the day of my birth there weren't many who thought my reaching maturity would happen.
During the last fifty-two years, I've overcome a birth weight of barely over two pounds, and have learned to cope with spastic cerebral palsy.
Where my physical coordination is lacking, God gave me an affinity for words.
For a little while, I considered titling this blog Writing My Way Out of My Glass Box, but that's wordy, and not too memorable. My Glass Box was already taken. The current title, Sunny Lane Musings, suits the outlook I'd like this blog to have.