not-quite Journaling, 54
I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my
life turned into a series of postponements. Piles of things were dumped on the
backburner: writing, business projects, travel, birthdays, anniversaries, other
health concerns, emails… I used to think, I’ll do A when B is no longer
an issue, or when my body doesn’t hurt so much, or after my sleep is more
restful. You know what I figured out? Letting things pile up, in hope for
easier days, is a terrible mistake. I’m so behind on everything that I would
burst into manic laughter, if I had time for hysterics. But I don’t. So, I’ll
just take a deep breath (or 50), do some serious reprioritizing, and get
things done as efficiently and promptly as I can. Freaking out about things I
can’t control would just be another mistake.
not-so-helpful health coach manexplained to me that
“chronic fatigue is a clear sign that a person isn’t eating healthy, resting
enough, or exercising”. Since I had already used all my maniacal cackles spoons
for the week, I just stared at him unblinkingly for an unconformably long moment…
and then scribbled this poem. Besides, I would’ve hated to waste a proper burst
of maniacal cackles on an idiot. I save my glorious cackles for people I like. Muahahahahaha!
- Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #79: Unfinished Projects.