One step in front of the other, I aim to stay focused on keeping going. Though the physical is knocking me down harder than a Muhammad Ali punch. I keep trying to get up; persistence or in my world, stubbornness or maybe it is magic.
Mr. Jones is a strong man and always takes this time to care and love me. From assisting me in trying to keep my circulation going, my legs moving, he lets me have the time I need, the rest, the quiet, the darkness.
He looks after the cooking and cleaning and appreciates me even in this state of weakness; that is a true blessing and not one that everyone has, I appreciate it.
During this downtime, is when I seem to meditate the best; I think the real reason is my mind appreciates not having to overthink. It is a tad tired and is opting for a rest so it can function at full force again; battery recharge. My appreciation is turned on high for what I can do and I try to remind myself not to focus on the weakness or the things I cannot do today.
You appreciate everything like you are learning it for the first time as a toddler: holding my fork and eating without spilling food on myself, holding a pen and writing, not well but doing it, standing up; this one is a big one as the spasms throughout the body tries to buckle it down. Your own body weight begins to feel three times the amount and you wish that maybe you didn’t indulge last week. I was quite small when I first became ill and struggled to stay upright on my cane, now my core muscles are so much stronger, I can steady my body more, I have strength.
My appreciation today also comes from an old friend who just lost her husband. She was a nurse and every time she saw me would ask how I am, are they giving you anything, gave me recommendations to try and help ease some of the pain. She also kept me calm when I had many MRIs as I am claustrophobic in the machine. She was always a caregiver to everyone, and am very sad that she had to say goodbye to her soul mate too soon. She is the true epitome of strength.
As my eyesight is limited so will my post be and as always in no time I will be up and running at full speed again. When you see someone facing a physical or emotional challenge, think of how incredibly strong they truly are; they have to be; they keep getting up from the punch, appreciate them and the wonderful qualities they have to share; this is their gift to us.
Now I will retire, for some rest; one of the greatest things that makes me smile is my Mickey ears and the happy place it is for me. I am going to sit in bed watching my show wearing my Mickey ears singing It’s a Small World. Today is just a blip, tomorrow I will conquer the world, one small act of kindness at a time.
” I am enough. I am full of sparkle and compassion. I genuinely want to make the world a better place. I love hard. I practice kindness. I’m not afraid of the truth. I am loyal, adventurous, supportive and surprising. I am woman. I am enough. I make mistakes, but I own them and learn from them. Sometimes I make a lot of mistakes.” Molly Mahar
Love always from the magical, Mickey ear wearing, singing Woman in Process.
P.S. Spook has asked for me to change the song; she is tired of that one. The Tiki Room is catchy. She is now rolling her eyes.