This post was born in the bathtub, as a lot of my posts
And then a thought dropped into my head that went something like this:
“Don’t make your pain everything. It’s just a small part of you. You are many colours, not just the fire-red of the pain.”
I mulled this over a lot ever since, and I know one thing: it is true!
When I only look at life through the fire-red that is my pain, I don’t see that I can still sit down and write my words. I don’t see that I can fill out my sketchbook with weird and wonderful doodles. I don’t see the fun I can have when I go thrifting with my husband, or to the cinema.
Of course I don’t over-do. That’s what got me in the mess I am in now in the first place. But I can listen to my body and do what feels right.
And I can keep writing, because a sore foot doesn’t change a single bit in that!