These are the moments I live for. The little ones are huge to me. The moments when my patient is resting and at ease, I sneak in the moments for myself. The dog and I with the camera. Going to work and laughing and forgetting illness, at least for a period of time. My inner core of strength has actually been quite the surprise. I can do this. I will do this. The beauty of being a human being is our capacity to adapt and adjust. It's a beautiful thing. i have my health, family support and my sanity,( I think, lol) Going to get through this day and the next one after that. Not to be trite, but one day at a time my friends.
5 comments:
Lori...it's the little moments gathered together that make for the biggest memories.
Something struck me as I read and I wonder why you doubt that you'd be able to rise to the needs of this moment, why you are amazed...you're not the child of last decade or least month even and you seem to have been able to substantially rise to every challenge in this past year.
So...well the hell done!
Self doubt is a beast too. Yeah, you are right, so I am giving myself a big pat on the back today. Thanks! Just curious, why are men such god-awful patients?
MOST men are poor patients because they think it's necessary to moan and whine to get an increased level of attention...not that I've ever done that.
One day at a time is a perfect philosophy. Sometimes, it's a moment at a time.
WM...Hmmm, I bet your wife would differ with your comment.. I can't imagine you whining for attention, what with you being such a big,strong man, lol..
Todd HK,
Lately, it's one second at a time. BTW, I have been to New York, never had the pleasure of venturing to Hell's Kitchen though. Nice to see it through your eyes.
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