The weather for each day is like a direct reflection of my mood (or vice versa – I don’t consider myself THAT powerful though ;)) The weather here in Seattle is 50 degrees with moderate clouds today, while in SF it’s 58 degrees and sunny. Not incredibly different, but hey, I’m a fan of moderate stuff. Hmmm. How ‘d I decide to move to & live in a progressive, fun, and beautiful city!?! I must say Seattle is all that & a bag of chips (my family is here). But the difference is that the vast majority of my friends are in California. Plus the reality that I’m used to is in SF, as I lived there for the last many years. Having a beautiful life before the accident makes this reality change all the more painful. Now I have been warned that I’m romancing my pre-TBI life a bit much. If I had to learn to pee and eat again, these challenges should be a walk in the park, as they say. But I tend to find emotional challenges to be the most difficult.
You know, having progressed to writing (which is incredibly frustrating, because my hands can’t keep up with my brain & therefore, my brain comes up with ideas that it takes me forever to express on paper). My frustration just paramounts.
It’s become clear, however, that I must find a new way of doing things. I know not yet, what this new way will be. This is a beautiful, albeit torturous, lesson in appreciation & patience. I’m still fighting it now, but my guess is, it’ll get easier when I decide to just roll with it.