This week’s prompt calls for three characteristics you’d wish for in a friend. Or maybe three friends…?
Regret is an odd concept really, the suggestion that you wish something had never happened. Often, when you think it through enough that “thing” that you regret led to something else and that something else led to yet another thing and you keep thinking and tracing it back and eventually you get far enough down the chain that you can find something absolutely beautiful that you wouldn’t change for the world… only, if the regret didn’t happen, neither would the good thing.
The theme of this weeks post is “one thing you’ve learnt since becoming chronically ill” and I think for me this is possibly one of the easiest prompts in the series so far. What have I learnt? I’ve learnt to listen and be patient. I’ve written about this a few times before, about how sometimes my body has to scream before I’ll pay attention, about how patience really isn’t first nature to me, and about how I’m absolutely still working on perfecting this skill.Continue reading “A Year of Growth – Week 25 – Listen, Be Patient”
February… where on earth did you go? I feel myself already getting sucked into the trap of the months flying by with no real idea of how I spent them, or what made them whiz past so quickly. I think now might be a prime time for a little reflection…Continue reading “February, the month that was.”
I suppose I desire a “good” life. Whatever “good” means. Though, I’m not sure it counts as a desire when I’m already living it – life isn’t some distant thing that’s yet to come.
“Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.” – Oxford Dictionary
Isn’t it funny how our minds like to collect completely awful things and remind us of them at every chance. When you cast your mind back and try to bring up certain memories the first things that pop up (especially when trying to make these memories specifically about chronic illness) are scary or tragic. They’re painful and big and not at all the kind of memory intended. And it’s not that there aren’t good memories too, it’s just simply that the scary ones get deemed ‘more impressive’, ‘more appropriate for the category’, ‘more worth telling’.