- The first session of writing group wrapped up successfully back in December. Folks were excited about starting again in late February.
- My health took a turn for the worse just before Christmas. As a result, the writing group will not reconvene until this summer at the earliest.
- My 40th birthday turned out quite differently than I planned it.
- That may have been for the best.
- I started writing a post all about living with a chronic illness back in February but put it away until I could complete it without crying.
- Two months is the longest I’ve ever been out of work on medical disability.
- While self-employed I spent many moons desperately ill, but without the luxury of disability insurance.
- I returned to work the day before Valentine’s Day — in a snow storm.
- Ben Gibbard was right. The gift of memory’s an awful curse. In my case, because I remember being younger, stronger, faster, better. Oh wait, now I’m quoting Daft Punk.
- The only way out is through.
- In addition to the indignities and frustrations of diminished capacity, I find myself in serious financial straits as a result of prolonged illness and the reduced income it brings.
- In spite of all these difficulties, I continue to have flashes of gratitude and humble acceptance.
- I look forward to being able to stride across a hillside without danger of slipping on the ice. Some day, the snow will melt. Until then, I have a sturdy walking stick and snow shoes.
tended by poet Frances Donovan
Garden of Words 