A Good but Busy Week
Sunday, September 08, 2019
I know this week was very busy. I know I went to town more often this week than last (I will not be allowed to even attempt to reinstate my license until a doctor clears me which means at LEAST November when I see the new neurologist for the first time). I wish I remembered more of what it was about. I remember we went to get my daughter's new orthotics - poor kid overpronates so hard the podiatrist was just shaking his head. I remember dropping off kindness rocks in a couple places around town. I remember watching her play a home game on Tuesday and spending all day yesterday at an out of town tournament (thank you, earplugs and Tylenol). I don't remember what made the rest of the week so busy. I've tried dragging my brain back through the week, trying to figure out what we were so busy doing but it gives me a headache.
Not considering it a worthwhile headache to get because I ALSO remember it being a fairly positive week. As in, I felt more capable this week. I got some housework done and even helped outside a bit (can't remember what I did but hubby says I helped). I was able to be a bit more active without the symptoms going through the roof. I'm tired buy my mind is working better right now. My eyesight isn't solid but it's workable right now. I have no idea if it will last but I'm taking it while I've got it.
I've been painting rocks to put out in the community. Some have little messages of kindness. Some are simply pretty pictures that might brighten someone's day. All say, "Take me for a ride and then reside" in the hopes of someone taking it down the road and leaving it somewhere for someone else to joyfully find. It has been feeding the part of my artist's soul that loves creating but gets frustrated when, shortly after a painting is completed, it gets tucked away in a storage drawer or a portfolio and doesn't come out unless someone buys it or I can think of someone specific who might have space to hang it and enjoy it that I could gift it to. Knowing I cannot currently work for a living, I try to focus on selling things but remembering to scan things...remembering to post them on all the online places they need to be to be offered for sale...getting actual sales happening... yeah. That part wasn't my strong suit before I had concussions and it sure hasn't improved. These rocks? They go immediately out into the community. I don't have to have someone in mind. Someone will pick it up and enjoy it. Even if they do not reside to pass it on, someone will be enjoying it in short order. That feels good.
To sum up - I don't remember much of this week but I remember it being good. I remember watching my kid play some solid volleyball and painting some well-loved rocks. I remember discovering creating art is one of the few cognitive tasks that take a long time to cause euro-fatigue. I remember being useful and helpful - when your brain is in semi-operational mode to the point you not only can't work for a living, you struggle to do the basic levels of housework and tending to your family and property you used to, that feeling doesn't come as often and it's precious when it does.