Friday, January 17, 2025

The Spoonie Life

not-quite Journaling, 78


through gray clouds,
my nature sings bright
bits of blues


12/29/2024:
I said: “I’m exhausted and in no mood to party. The last few weeks have been rough. But don’t worry, my stubbornness and I still hope for better.” 

She said: “Hopefulness, in the face of this much crap, has to be a type of mental illness. Only crazy people endure the same thing over and over and keep ‘hoping’ for something good. Is that the madhouse I hear knocking on your door? Ha!”  

I said: “Your crass pessimism (badly camouflaged as dark humor) is tiresome, unhelpful, and as unimaginative as you are. Ha, ha!” 

Then I sent this picture, this haiku, and this Brandon Sanderson’s quote: “Hope is a virtue--but the definition of that word is crucial. […] A virtue is something that is valuable even if it gives you nothing. A virtue persists without payment or compensation. Positive thinking is great. Vital. Useful. But it has to remain so even if it gets you nothing. Belief, truth, honor… if these exist only to get you something, you’ve missed the storming point.” 

She’d said nothing else. See? My virtuous hopefulness is paying off! 😁

 


I am back: hurt, changed, growing


1/8/2025:
I start a new fitness regimen on Saturday (again *cough*). It’s too cold outside (I don’t love winter); my chunkaliciousness makes everything more difficult (even if it warms my bits 😅); my neuropathy is acting up (everybody hates neuropathy). Still, beginning to exercise hard again is freaking exciting! I’ll start with hiking, move to walking/jogging, and hope to run a few times a week by midspring. Best birthday present--I hope… 

 

If life sucks (again), Ill write
my Self full.

1/15/2025: Remember how I was supposed to start my new fitness plan last Saturday? Well, my bloody gut chose to show me who’s boss and altered my plans (again). Yep, for the next few days, nothing but therapeutic writing sessions, gentle calisthenics, and quality time with my softest foam roller (is it just me, or does that sound slightly kinky?). Anyhoo, my innards’ temper tantrum seems to be subsiding, so the hiking-to-walking/jogging-to-running plan shall resume soon(ish). That’s the spoonie life--unpredictability on steroids. 



for Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #160: Low Battery)


15 comments:

  1. Your slightly kinky foam roller got a spontaneous laugh! Thank you!

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  2. I don't know what a roller is in this context, but soft foam sounds like something delightful to sink into at any time.

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  3. May you always be hopeful - Jae

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  4. I like your stubbornness with hope...I think it is inspirational.

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  5. Foam Roller? I'm from the middle ages mentality. No thanks...I'll settle for putting my feet up with a nice hot cup of tea. With your indomitable spirit you will win and get to where you want to be. How do I know? I 'm not this old for nothing:)

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  6. Wishing you improved health. Yes, when things are flowing easy, it's easy to be hopeful. But faith and hope play a life-sustaining role in the dark times especially.

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  7. I like that Brandon Sanderson quotation!

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  8. Love the Haiku and your nature No you're not mad you're a warrior. That is a great nature. I loved the read the reflections and description of the word virtue. Never thought about it that way.

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  9. I like "sings bright bits of blues."

    Prisc illa King

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  10. My mother always said Patience was a virtue. And I agree...hope is too. Without it what remains? Love haiku cause it's all about nature. Cheers to you in the new year.

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  11. Does the foam roller have a name? If so, that does edge it closer to kinky. But I shall not judge what goes on between you and Jean Luc.

    I really, really like the piece on virtue and hope. I'll remember that whenever I encounter negative pests.

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  12. Your stubbornness is your secret weapon! I believe come Spring you will be bouncing about, breathing in the fresh air, smelling the gorgeous flowers. PS, Spoonie rhymes with Woonie [my grandmother name.]

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  13. There's a difference between being stubborn and trying to eat soup with a knife. Having said that, I like knives.

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  14. I love your haiku, and you are the portrait of Virtue. Stay strong.

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  15. Stay strong ...

    All the best Jan
    https://thelowcarbdiabetic.blogspot.com/

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