A mistake is simply another way of
My heart is full in this little cottage.
Surrounded by the people, kitties, and things
I had a text from work today asking if I was
bored. I could never get bored, right
now I am not physically or mentally able to do
all that I want to do. My body and is recuperating,
and even though much of my chronic hip pain is
gone, I feel sore. Sore like the flu, but I don't have
I only read today in Where Women Create,
issue Nov/Dec/Jan 2016, an article
on Carol Darilek, describing her bout
with breast cancer where she says, "For
a while, my creativity disappeared as
I concentrated on healing emotionally and physically."
Please, don't misunderstand, I am not comparing my
condition with cancer but a light bulb did go on.
It took over 3 years of pushing my very human
hip to its limit before I acknowledged something had
to be done. I didn't before, but I am validating my
old pain and exhaustion.