|Fall leaves? So temporary.|
It's been a bit of an unlucky streak for me, as September took off like a rocket. I was overwhelmed, and I ended up with a corneal ulcer. It took far longer for that to heal than I expected, but somehow I made it through the High Holidays. Then the day I finally reunited with my contacts, I had to get a cavity filled. I was certain then that things would turn around for me, and I had a good week, a full seven days where life was busy again, but at least I was as physically healthy as someone managing a chronic disease (diabetes) can hope to be. But as the day went on yesterday, I found myself crawling into my bed at dinnertime, nursing a head cold.
Just a cold, but it has me feeling beaten. I'm so tired. I just want to be able to do what I need to do, without being pulled away to deal with physical needs. I mean, it's 2014, how are we not bionic by now?
It's temporary, I know. I'm trying to remind myself that so many of these things are short-lived, and really, they don't matter. Having Hannah be upset with me when a promised trip to the library doesn't work out, it's temporary. Even her years in elementary school, while it's been six years since she started, it's almost over now. Temporary. Max's frustration with his current reading level? That threw me for quite a loop with Hannah, but having lived through it with her, again, I know it's likely temporary. Work frustrations? Very specific ones are almost always temporary. This cold will be temporary, and the better I take care of myself now, hopefully the even more temporary it'll be.
I'd rather not be beaten by the temporary. But sometimes, that's really hard.