Often, I write of looking through the life lens of chronic illness. It is the experience I have, the reality I know. Sometimes, it breaks me open, and that is not a bad thing.
Letting go of what is already slipping away
is how we actually enjoy our life
“Enjoying life” may not seem an apt phrase when writing of chronic illness but in release there is relief. And that is its own kind of joy.
These low-energy days of a single spark are more productive than not. There is rest in this reflection. In stillness, the body softens, rather than struggling to satisfy.
There is no loss in what slips away on days such as these. It was never mine to keep, just to experience. I am given a new life lens. It, too, is its own kind of joy.
I no longer sip from a half-full glass or even become a lake. Mine is to become the oceans, to be ever at sea, stopping only by land when I have the legs for it.
And someday to be free of land and sea.