I haven’t been able to “write” here lately because of my clumsy, accident-prone self. I didn’t quite make that four-inch step coming into my garage, so the door trapped my foot, took off my shoe and decided I should take a nice hard fall to the concrete floor…with both hands full, of course. I was having such a fun time, too!
My three fur-babies very generously graced me with flowers and potting soil for Mother’s Day, so I was planting them in hanging baskets and planters, so I could display them for the summer. I was just finishing up, when I took the nose dive into the concrete floor. I guessing it was a good thing I was almost done! Of course, the plant I was carrying at the time did not fare so well…although while I was laying on the concrete, I did put the soil and the plant back into the now-cracked pot. I figured I couldn’t get up right away, so I might as well do something useful! I also assessed my “body” for any damage while I layer there. It seemed my knee took the brunt of the fall, as I couldn’t use my hands to help. At least it was the same knee that has already had four surgeries, I thought as I laid there. As I slowly got up, I realized I was correct, the knee hurt A LOT! But I looked outside an all the plants I had loving re-potted were sitting in the hot sun and had not been watered yet. Yep, I watered them, hung them in the shade and cleaned up my mess THEN, I headed for the shower and the ice pack. It was in the shower that I discovered that my right hand got messed up too. Hence, I could not write or type! It is still sore and hurts after use, however I wanted to write, so here it is. It has been over a week now and while I am feeling better, I know that it is not healed. I did get x-rays and nothing is broken, Yay! Of course, they say soft tissue damage, which could be worse than a break, but not in my house!
Of course the stress of all of this has made the Psoriatic Arthritis, Psoriasis, and Rheumatoid Arthritis act up like crazy, which helps nothing. However, I am blessed to have great nephews who help me out with my yard work and other stuff. And I have friends who will bring me lunch or cook dinner when I can’t, which is also a blessing! I hope they all realize how grateful I am to and for them. I have struggled with relationships since moving home, and I am now at a place where I am learning to just accept everyone where they are. While this is not always easy, and I am always learning, I am getting better at it. I am absolutely positive that it has not always been easy for everyone to accept me either!
I realized that writing here is a great stress reducer! I have found that the ‘sphere is a loving and supportive place. Bloggers, at least the ones that I have met, are accepting and helping. I know that I am very new at blogging, and I have not met a lot of people, but my life has never been about quantity; it has always been about quality. And in that way, I have also been blessed and I have much gratitude for the people in my life I trust. I digress, again!
Writing is a passion. It is something that if not done, will fester inside until it becomes so painful that when touched, it just explodes. I find that this is how it is with me. I have developed a need to write. Before it was a desire, a want, a something I’d like to do; but now it is something much , much larger. It is a passion, a driving force. I find that on days that I am pulled away from my writing, I am becoming resentful. Not that I don’t want to do the things that are pulling me away, just that I want to write, too! It is all about balance. And if I didn’t wear out easily, become so tired and go into the brain fog that comes with these auto-immune dis-eases, I could balance these things much more easily.
I have a passion, I am blessed. And I am grateful.
I have a goal, I am blessed. And I am grateful.
I have the tools, I am blessed. And I am grateful.
I have loving support, I am blessed. And I am grateful.
I have the ability, I am blessed. And I am grateful.
Now to get on with it…