I wouldn’t have a clue in the slightest. Is something fun a good answer? Honestly, I’ve never had a clear idea of what I want to be. I don’t want to lock myself in a box of aiming for something that might not even be what I think it is. I want to be lots of things, I want to keep evolving and growing and try different roles as I go. I don’t want to be one thing forever, I simply want to be always learning and always accepting of change.Continue reading “A Year of Growth – Week 15 – Dream Job”
Yoga room? Large garden? Library? Secret bookshelf room? Secret bookshelf door leading to a large garden with a semi outdoor library and a yoga space?Continue reading “A Year of Growth – Week 15 – Dream Home”
So earlier this week I kicked off the wedding series of this blog and introduced you all to the concept of the three day chronic illness friendly wedding. I know. Those are all words that should NEVER be used in a sentence together. It’s an oxymoron – THREE DAYS + CHRONIC ILLNESS + WEDDING… what am I thinking??Continue reading “Learning the Wedding Ways”
It’s funny isn’t it how we get fixated on whatever is big in our lives in the moment. The first thing I thought of when I read the title of this week’s post was my wedding. I’m at my wedding, and it’s day three and I’m still having fun. Still talking with my guests, still walking around unaided and still loving every minute…Continue reading “A Year of Growth – Week 14 – Day Dreamer”
As I mentioned in week 12 I haven’t actually ever been officially diagnosed, which to be quite honest makes me feel like an outsider quite a lot of the time. There was however a day in which my GP and I decided that I fit the CFS/ME description and I can remember the initial reaction being some weird kind of mixture of hope, excitement and utter terror at what might lie ahead.Continue reading “A Year of Growth – Week 13 – Initial Reaction”
Truth is, I’m technically still undiagnosed. I gave up chasing a diagnosis a long time ago. I’d well and truly worked out that I had many of the symptoms of Myalgic Encephalomyelitis and I had access to none of the resources to chase a diagnosis. I certainly didn’t have the money to be attending specialist appointments over and over.
I know I’ve said told this story before, and I’ll probably tell it again – which, to be honest, only emphasizes the point I’m about to make.