Gosh, it's been an unusually long time since I've written a blog. I apologize for the unannounced break. We are all fine here.
I thought, or believed, or bought into the stereotype that when you get older things slow down and you have more time to enjoy life.
I had an extraordinarily long week. Working 10 or 11 hour days ... dealing with unmovable deadlines ... being asked to make big decisions on big issues ... getting on the bus at 5:45 am ... takes it's toll. Now I love what I do, but, and it's a big but, there are times that there's too much of what I do to do.
It may sound like I'm complaining. I'm not. I'm explaining. I simply couldn't fit the act of blogging in with all that AND having some kind of home life at the same time.
In reality, when I get overwhelmed like this, a part of me is grateful.
When I first became disabled, when the wheelchair was first wheeled into my hospital room, I had to actively fight off the worry that I'd never be as fully involved in my life and work again. I knew it wasn't true! I knew people with disabilities who's lives were full. In fact, when I thought about it, every person with a disability I knew had a life that fitted them well. Even so, the larger societal stereotype of 'disability' as 'disaster' and as 'disenfranchised' filled my head. I fought depression by pushing away fear with certainty. I KNEW different and, even so, it was a battle.
I never imagined, though, that what was coming was coming.
Instead, I have found that my disability has now informed my work and informed the decisions I make about what I prioritize.
That has made me very busy.
So, again, I apologize for being away, especially after the last post.
We are well.
Our lives are full.
And we go on because, of course, doing damns the darkness!