I have little choice.
Who knew that one flip through the air and crack on the skull could have such a lasting impact on my entire life.
Surely not me.
This was a grey day, its own entity. No yesterday, no tomorrow.
Just today. One hour, sometimes minutes, at a time.
I only stayed at the studio a mere three hours.
I couldn't even SAY "limitations" before this. Lord.
So knowing what kind of day it was turning into, I snapped a few photos around the shop.
Cause I never get tired of looking at color.
It was cold and gray today, like my mood, and I needed some color.
Who does not remember the Princess and the Pea???
What else could be the reason for that look?
You know I have to keep it real here, right?
It would be easy to be all "la, la, la", but it wouldn't be true.
And tact was never my best quality.
The last few days, my headache is back with a vengeance. And I would be a fool to not be just a little concerned.
Not to mention that I am also near worthless.
Advice to call the doctor leaves me cold.
Another MRI? Another brain surgery?
I think not.
Some days I think to myself that this whole experience will be the death of me.
Then I tell myself to "snap the hell out of it".
So far it's working. The snapping out part.
I think it's interesting that my photos depict my passion in life, while I drone on about my lack thereof.
But right this minute, I'm ok. I have a cuppa tea. I forced myself to walk Roy, and my cheeks are still cold, in a nice way. I am lying here on my own sofa, in my own house, with a heating pad on my neck.
I am here talking with you all, and I think you are listening. Do you know how much that means?
A lot, I tell ya. A lot.
I have a new vegetarian cookbook, and I am planning all kinds of wonderful cooking adventures, when I feel better.
I'm alive. I have hope. I'm ok.
Hopefully, I am as tough as these old blue jeans, and with just as much life.
And still colorful enough to make it all worthwhile.
Did any of this make sense? Geesh, I hope so.