The Forgetful Frog #30: Musings
In the quiet of my living room, I am musing over the ironies of my life.
In the quiet of my living room, I am musing over the ironies of my life.
Today I am celebrating the sharing of my writing. I hope, so strongly and sincerely, that it may be helpful or entertaining to others.
Writing is medicinal. It can soothe anxiety. It can heal broken relationships. It can help sort out painful confusion. It can enable a person to let go of sorrow or fear.
All my life, I have held the line, with regard to spelling and grammar. Over the years, I have had no choice but to acknowledge that these things do, indeed, evolve.
Okay, folks, I know you’re out there! I am 100% certain that many of you would thrive on creative journaling.
The lines connecting points of accomplishment are important in their own right. It matters not a bit whether they are straight or crooked. It only matters that they connect points.
Interested in creative journaling? Hop to it! Froggie becomes a creative journaling consultant! You write, I read, we talk. I give you feedback to help you strengthen your writing, and you send a tax deductible donation to the Humane Society of Tuolumne County.
I would love to help others find the solace that I find when I write. This would help them, and also help me feel useful.
When will I remember that writing is a saving grace for me?
I can’t really explain why I recently reached out to my sister. We lost touch many years ago, because I was overwhelmed by the apparent responsibility of being an aunt to her six children.
If there is anything good about my brain damage, it is the inclination it somehow gave me to reach out to my dear sister.
My husband keeps reminding me that my job, right now, is to get stronger and recover completely. He keeps reminding me that I am on hiatus. I keep telling him that it’s a laughing hiatus.
I keep forgetting that my job now is recovery. My top priority is learning to walk. The more active I am physically, the more my brain also recovers.
Returning to my blog is always the most satisfying thing for me to do.
My relationship with my sister has not been uncomplicated. As a child, I looked up to her, without reserve.
I often must remind myself not to focus on the frustrations, and to celebrate the successes.
I have learned not to assume that progress will be irreversible. But I am still extremely happy whenever I see concrete evidence of progress.
It’s a fine line. On one side is the need and effort to overcome disability. On the other side is the need to accept disability in order to have a productive life. If you spend all your time learning to walk, for example, you run the risk of getting nowhere.
The author, who asks to remain anonymous, writes about coping with the physical and emotional aspects of disability.
The author, who asks to remain anonymous, is a foothills resident in her 50s who writes with the help of a computer tablet and speech-recognition software. She hopes that her notes on coping with the physical and emotional aspects of disability will help others facing difficult challenges know that they are not alone.
By the Forgetful Frog I don’t know why, but I find myself reflecting today on the number of times I have had to learn to walk. Like most kids, I learned before starting school. Then, in kindergarten, I had surgery
The author, who asks to remain anonymous, is a foothills resident in her 50s who writes with the help of a computer tablet and speech-recognition software. She hopes her writing will help others facing difficult challenges know that they are not alone.
The author, who asks to remain anonymous, is a foothills resident in her 50s who writes with the help of a computer tablet and speech-recognition software. She hopes that her notes on coping with the physical and emotional aspects of disability will help others facing difficult challenges know that they are not alone.
I am sad to report that, apparently, a lack of mental focus or continuity also seems to be a symptom of my particular brain injury. I am making this comment because I have just reviewed my brief, previous NEW entry. It was,
The author, who asks to remain anonymous, is a foothills resident in her 50s who writes with the help of a computer tablet and speech-recognition software. She hopes that her notes on dealing with the physical and emotional aspects of disability will help others facing difficult challenges know that they are not alone.