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The Day’s First Draft
It’s wonderful to wake up feeling rested for a second day! It’s been a while, so this is definitely something to appreciate. I did have a minor setback with a medication reaction a week or so ago, which has thrown off my sense of time. Things feel a bit jumbled, but I’m accepting that for now and focusing on the present. A daily diary probably would help with the time issue, but since it’s never been my thing, I’ll just roll with it.
That little spring cleaning urge is starting to bubble up, but I’m taking a Zen approach and letting it pass for the moment. Though, I do admit, I’d love to get my studio back in order. Winter’s made a reappearance this morning – brrr, teens and a howling wind! Luckily, I’m wrapped in a cozy glow thanks to my heated throw, which makes the chill hardly noticeable as I ponder what to share.
I’ve probably talked about Snooks and my health journey enough for now. There’s more to life than that! And speaking of other things, I’ve mostly tuned out the political discussions. Headlines and last lines are my new news sources – seems like a good way to avoid the biased commentary these days.
On a brighter note, my dyslexia seems to be taking it easy on me today! Only retyping every third word now – a definite improvement. Snookums is sleeping in more these days, which is a big change after so many years of boundless energy. It’s an adjustment, even though I knew it was coming. Thinking of my brother Bruce, too, and how he’s managing. Aging definitely has its ups and downs, and while there’s joy to be found, it’s also okay to acknowledge the challenges, like the loss of strength. But as they say, it is what it is.
Wishing everyone a good morning!
“A New Day: Embracing Life’s Small Victories”
This morning, the house is quiet, and as the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, I find solace in this moment of peace. The hum of life outside is distant, and inside, the gentle rhythm of a new day begins to unfold.</p>
Each day with Snookums is a journey of small triumphs and gentle steps forward. While the shadow of her stroke still looms, there are glimpses of progress that light our path. Her determination is a beacon of hope; she approaches her recovery with a resilience that humbles and inspires me. Her new routine, though different from before, brings a semblance of normalcy to our lives.
As I sip my coffee, memories of past “coffee” posts flood my mind. Those posts were a tapestry of our daily life, woven with threads of humor, insights, and the simple joys that painted our world. Politics, our pets, and the day’s events were all fair game, and sharing those moments felt like a conversation with friends, a way to connect and reflect.
Today, as I type these words, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. Writing has always been a sanctuary, a way to process the whirlwind of life’s events and find meaning in the mundane. The act of writing, of bringing thoughts to paper, is therapeutic. It is a reminder that amidst chaos, there are stories to be told, moments to be cherished, and a life to be lived.
It is a struggle with my dyslexia, though. It has worsened, making writing coherently a given. So, if you run across two disconnected thoughts in paragraph, be merciful.
Snookums’ journey of recovery is a testament to the strength of the human spirit. Every small victory, every step forward, is a cause for celebration. Her smile, though sometimes fleeting, is a reminder of the love and resilience that binds us together. We take each day as it comes, finding joy in the trivial things and strength in each other.
As the morning progresses, I am filled with gratitude for this quiet time, for the opportunity to share our journey, and for the love that surrounds us. Writing, once again, feels like a lifeline, a way to reach out and connect with the world. And in this connection, I find hope, strength, and the courage to face whatever lies ahead.
May your day be filled with moments of joy and gentle whispers of hope, just as this Shabbat morning has brought to me.
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