After a wonderful catch up lunch with a friend who shared his blog with me, I was reminded about this old thing!
Clearly, I've been neglectful of late. It's not due to lack of events or epiphanies. Just mostly a lot of navel gazing in between trying to live instead of just surviving.
Going through my past posts, I remembered what a comfort writing was. How much I loved being 'in the zone' and letting my thoughts, emotions and beliefs just flow cool breeze on a hot day.
Lately, I feel more like I've been in a storm. Thoughts and emotions just whipping around like leaves, broken branches and patio furniture. The rain pelting down every which way feeling like little sparks on your frozen skin, thunder like god is trying to get you to understand something crucial and the sharp veins of ightening to remind you of a power beyond you. And, when it's over, there's a feeling of rebirth in the calm and hope when the sun takes the place of the dark clouds.
Then I remembered: I love storms.
I don't like long posts. So stay tuned for a few more posts on the more stormy parts of my FSHD journey.
I will leave you with one bit of advice : start a journal.
Record it, write it or film it. Just do it. You have a great story to tell, even if you think you don't. If you have a journal, take time to go back and read it. I had myself in tears reading about some of my own stories and it reminded me of how much I've been through. It made me grateful but also made me realize how strong I was during difficult times and that I could I be strong again.
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