I'm hanging in there. It feels strange to embrace being a victim, but there’s a balance, and I’m happy in the balance of the moment. When I’m struggling like this, it also gives me the chance to be the hero in my journey. Right now, even picking up a cup of tea is taking every ounce of energy I have.
I can handle being disabled. I can handle being ill. When it’s both together, it’s a real challenge.
I just wanted to reach out before the weekend and wish you a peaceful one, just like I’m planning to have. My nebuliser has become my meditation, and my breathing is where I’m recognising my vulnerability. My lungs are like soldiers, my best friends, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more aware of how hard they work, not just for me but for themselves too.
This whole thing is also a beautiful reminder of how awesome my life normally is. Practising what I invite others to do, I’m recognising something important. If I wasn’t poorly right now, would things have been better? Maybe the universe needed to keep me home and safe from something worse, and the only way it knew how was to lend me the life of a virus. With that frame of mind, my life is pretty good, and this is a reminder of just how good it usually is.
Thank you, and I love you.
Steven 🙏🧡