Was it a stroke of luck?“You’re lucky.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard often since my stroke—lucky to have my sight, lucky to have avoided more severe deficits, and lucky to be here.
I don’t feel lucky about what happened. But I do feel grounded in gratitude for the path of healing I’m on, for the people walking beside me, and for the ways this experience continues to shape how I see myself and the world. This blog is where I make sense of that journey in real time—through story, reflection, and the quiet work of rebuilding. |
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Chapter 2: Self Love
Day 9: Write about a time you enjoyed your own company. I'd say as an adult the "Covid times" were ones where I enjoyed my own company - it showcased a tremendous amount of resilience. I got to stay small, focus one day to the next and it also tapped into my creativity and creative problem-solving. I was never tired of myself or of being 'home alone'. While all the days blurred I'd say the spray paint project and beautifying the outside of our home were delights. My problem-solving and seeing down the road to anticipate and handle adversity and shortages were on point. I found toilet paper through suppliers likeStaples and Uline; I kept my Misfits Market subscription so that I could get fresh veggies delivered; I utilized restaurant supply and fresh food meal prep kits to avoid going to grocery stores. I used what was happening in NY as a gauge to anticipate shortages for family in CO and FL and sent care packages to keep them stocked. |
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