Caution: Personal post incoming. Veer away. You’ve been warned.
This was a hard week. It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be a week of relaxing in the mountains. A week I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. Instead it was just another week of struggling to get by in a different setting. My health tanked this week. I’ll be honest, I’m not a strong individual to begin with. With autoimmune diseases and improperly functioning organs, I’m a fragile person to say the least. But the past few days have put me in a sorry state. Instead of getting to enjoy family, scenery, great weather and just relax, it was only another week of pain and fevers and aches and depression. Instead of being outdoors and taking advantage of the location, I was inside researching what I could do to stop the pain, or curling up in a ball and just trying to get through the next hour without completely breaking down.
Do you know how depressing that is? Do you how let down I feel? I’ve been looking forward to this week for months, saving money for months, only to get here and deal with near constant pain in one form or another. Not only did I barely get to spend time with family, I got ZERO writing done. I’m not even sure if I can finish my internship now, and I definitely won’t be finishing my novel this month. But who cares? I’m just glad I made it to Friday and I’m starting to level out.
Yet, this week was not fully wasted. A man’s ultimate power lies in his power of choice, and I choose to not let this week go by without taking something away from it. I learned a lot about myself and the way I view my family. I learned a lot about the land, literally, and will using it for my writing to help it come to life and be more accurate. And I learned what 24 degrees feels like; cold. Everything I learned was, if not positive, at least not negative. So I’ll take it. Plus, I snapped some gorgeous pictures when I managed to go for a short walk. I don’t care who are, that’s pretty right there.