My son woke me up an hour early today, as payback for waking him up Monday when it was a snow day. Not cool, bro. Not cool.
So lately I have been doing okay, I guess. I feel a bit like I’m hanging on by just a thread, but at least it’s a strong thread. My faith, my redeemer Jesus Christ, sustains me and keeps me from going all the way crazy. So I’m extremely thankful for that.
Things have just been busy, moving from one event to the next, and I have a hard time keeping up with the activity. Because it’s not enough to just be there. I also have work I’m responsible for, between housework and volunteering for the church. So I sort of worry that my body will fail on me and leave it all hanging. And I know I need to rest and pace myself, blah blah blah, but it’s a never-ending life lesson, I suppose. I’ll get there. Maybe.
I’m not complaining, by any means, because I still remember when I was sick and couldn’t do most things on my own, and I’m thankful for my recovered abilities. It’s just the adjustment that takes time and lots of patience. Recovery is tricky. Disability is a whole new world.
I absolutely love paying bills and balancing a checkbook, and I am only able to do these things thanks to technology. My computer and apps on my phone allow me to view things in high contrast, which works well because white backgrounds seem to make the print disappear for me. Which is why I don’t read paper books anymore. All my reading is done with the Kindle app, with a black background and white font. It’s wonderful. I am very thankful that I’ve not lost my ability to read, because it’s one thing I’ve always loved. I have lost a lot with vision loss and becoming deaf, yes, but I’ve been able to hold on to so much too. And for that I am grateful.
I’m still working on writing that book, and it’s exciting and scary all at the same time. This is going to be a slow process but I’ll get it done. I’ve been able to find time for it here and there, so… eventually, right?
Now I just need to find time to bake some cookies because it’s that time of year and I have a giant bottle of Mexican vanilla calling my name!