Well I missed a day of writing. I had set a goal to write a post every day but I missed a day. Oh well. I have to give myself a break. I am allowed days of rest. I am allowed to lay in bed and veg out watching mindless television or teen dramas on Netflix. I’m allowed to binge an entire season of a show in one day. I have to allow myself that.
It’s now after 2 am Saturday but all day Friday it took more energy than I could muster to even text people back with more than a few words. I’m still struggling to put words together now. But I decided to write this post for myself.
I am sorry you missed a day of writing. I’m sorry that you needed a day to relax and not worry about anything. I’m sorry that you aren’t 100% yet. But give it time, darling girl. Give it time. So you missed one day. It’s not the end of the world.
I read something recently. It said something along the lines of ‘if you miss one day of brushing your teeth, do you give up on the practice altogether’? Well obviously not. So I missed a day. I will not give up on myself.
This journey hasn’t been easy. And perhaps this little hiccup has been good for me. I don’t know for sure what tomorrow will bring. Or the next day. I’m just glad to be alive and incredibly grateful that I suffered no cognitive impairments from my surgeries and infection in my brain. It really could have gone badly.
I will be working on my book discussing the surgeries and other major hurdles in my life. If I can use my experiences to inspire, comfort, and/or advocate for others, I will be satisfied with my life on this Earth.
Until next time.