I had a good day yesterday. These days a good day means I have three or four hours where I’m able to get up and move and do a few things. In fact, it’s not a good ‘day’ as such…it’s more a few good hours.
Normal is what you get used to. And that used to be my normal. I want it to be my ‘normal’ again.
But today is substantially worse.
I DID however manage some weeding. Only an hour.
My garden is a disaster. The first photo is what I achieved. Looks pretty good. Very satisfying. I hate weeding, and gardening, but I DO like that it’s an instant gratification thing. You can immediately see the fruits of your labour. That part I like.
So this part looks pretty good now.
Then I take a wider shot to see how much more NEEDS doing. I have done maybe 1/8th of the garden bed. So, about seven MORE hours to go.
That’s a depressing thought.
But, I don’t have to think about what I have left to do. I can think about what I got done. I cleaned up that small area. And that small area looks heaps better. That small area makes me feel good. So that’s what I’m focussing on.
That’s pretty much a metaphor for how I live my life.
It’s not that I’m in denial. I just choose to be grateful for what I can do, rather than focus on what I can’t.
Other people might think I’m nuts. Or that I have very low expectations. But other people don’t have to deal with the pain and fatigue and other challenges my life presents.
I’m the only one who knows that. And, considering all of that, I’m doing really well.
Or that’s the way I choose to look at it.