Catching Up

Do you know some people manage to hold down a full time job, manage their house and garden and still have time for hobbies?

I vaguely remember achieving something of the kind for a little while many years ago.

Now I don't have a job, someone does the bulk of my cleaning, other people mow my lawn, and I'm still struggling.

But I do have times I'm better at the few things I have left to do.

A while ago, I was posting about things I was doing while I was well.  You might have noticed that stopped, as I spent a week or two passed out on the couch.  Just yesterday, I suddenly found myself with energy again.

In the midst of it I had a meltdown about my role in Toastmasters being too much.  (I had an agenda to prepare.  Yeah, that's it, that's all it was. My body was sore and exhausted and my brain wasn't functioning. I couldn't cope.)

Of course, now, having taken a couple of weeks out from life, there's been so many weeds in the garden that the lawnmower guys whipper snipped my miniature roses.  (Yes, I'm back to weeding regularly as I carefully nurse them back to life.) In that same time my kitchen benches disappeared, the arts and crafts studio looks like it's been hit by a bomb, and the sewing work I had out on the studio table has been thoroughly lost in cat hair.

So once again, I'm back to trying to organise and repair all kinds of little bits and pieces of my life, while trying not to push myself to the point of ending back up on the couch for another couple of weeks.

My story's not unique, or even unusual.  Ask anyone with a chronic illness.  This seesaw between being too sick, and then catching up, is just the life we live.