And that’s all I can do. That’s all anyone can do.
Just your best shot every day.
I am sure being tested. I know that. Sometimes I try to figure out why, but most times I don’t even bother.
This, however difficult it is sometimes, is my reality.
It’s not always this bad, but for some reason in the last seven years, I have had runs of wicked, pounding, unrelenting headaches. Sometimes, like last Saturday AND today, I have the jagged light in my eye, and then the migraine.......on top of the headache I already have.
How is that possible? I wish I knew.
Anyway, keeping it real, I admit to sometimes crying in the car. Not sure why, but that seems like a good place. I talk to myself, to my Mom. I rant. I let it all out.
Today was one of those days.
There isn’t a pain med going that helps. I have considered marijuana. Really. Which makes me laugh, because I have so hated it all my life.
Amazing what a certain level of pain will do.
And it really doesn’t matter what I do. Nothing really makes it better.
I will admit though, pulling a half dozen weeds from my daylilies did make it worse.
Every now and then I do something in an attempt to feel normal.
Sometimes it works, other times not so much.
I put this together today, after a nudge to get my brain to cooperate.
I call it the Möbi Shrug.
Hand dyed Tencel warp, rayon weft.
And I’ve been reading this.......saw it on another blog
(you know who you are, and I thank you)
It certainly addresses my state of mind today.......staying where you are, and finding
Whatever happiness you can find there.
Still true. Making that choice. Again....still.