To know that one minor surgery could change my perspective so much in hindsight is amazeballs.
I ain't gonna lie I was terrified. thoughts floating in my head like "What if i don't wake up?" What will happen to my kids?" You know big questions you never really want to ask your self, but probably should more often. I made it thru though!
Now I'm feeling more able so I figured time to look for a job then Rona showed her contagious head and I'm stuck.
I'll be honest when I normally apply for jobs I'm used to immediate responses and offers of interviews.. dude my phone is so dry I only get video calls from my mom and my bd's mom... that's it.
I swear this isn't a complaint I just wanna work.
So this fibro mama in the midst of the Rona is healing resting my mind and spirit. Exploring who I am in the world and what is my place and how can I be a help not the hindrance I feel I am to friends and family. So Rona may not be good for my pockets she is good for my soul.
One day this blog will be interactive and I'll be responding to actual people instead of the audience in my head and I'll be able to ask ya'll what are you doing to stay positive and healthy during this oppressive and depressive time ( if you or circumstances make it worse) and you would respond.
Until that time This Sunday is feeling like a Monday
