I feel like my life is so mundane at the moment that I don’t really know what to post about. Other than the blog posts in my drafts that I’m slowly working my way through editing. And yet I know I am so incredibly lucky because there are so many people who would dream to have the mundane life I’m talking about. 

I slowly potter around my flat each day, I shower roughly 3 times a week, I go out for a short walk in the village or to the nearby square of shops 2 or 3 times a week in my wheelchair, independently. There’s medical admin, life admin, battles for adaptations all being dealt with. Continuing physiotherapy exercises. Contemplating whether or not a doctor’s appointment is required for a not quite new/not quite normal symptom. There’s short periods of doing hobbies. There’s looking after Dolly dog. Numerous cups of tea made and if I’m really lucky drunk while still hot. And it’s all interspersed with regular rest breaks alongside a regular sleep schedule. 

But there’s nothing really to post about. Nothing to really photograph. Unless you count the numerous cups of tea or Dolly dog. I don’t often get photos when out for a walk because my hands are occupied controlling my wheelchair and when necessary Dolly’s lead as well. 

I don’t even feel like I have much to say at the moment. I just seem to be bumbling along in life not quite sure what I should be doing, or if what I am doing is for the best. There’s loads of ideas floating round my head to put my stamp on my flat and add a bit of warmth while getting rid of the dreadful red carpet that’s everywhere. But no means to do it yet, it’s going to be a gradual process for so many reasons; health, skilled help, finances etc. so there’s not much I can do on that front. 

I still have this dream/idea to start selling some of the things I make – cards, wreaths etc. but at the same time have very little idea where to start with it. And whether I could cope. I also dream of getting involved in my local village community but again it’s a case of not knowing where to start and how I’d manage or if I’d manage.

So many dreams, so little energy and ability to make them a reality. Feels like the story of my life, yet I also look back 20 years or even just 5 years and know I wouldn’t believe where I am today and what I’m managing. So perhaps I need to find a way to start chipping away at one of those dreams, while also remaining grateful for all I am managing that a few years ago I could only dream of.

For someone who said she didn’t feel like she had a lot to say I seem to have written a lot! Apparently there’s more on my mind than I realised and what started as a social media post has now become a blog post. Now I better go make one of those lovely cuppas I talked about and have a rest.

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