It's 11am on a Monday. I'm sitting at a coffee shop with my London fog + a shot of espresso. I've been loving this drink since I was introduced to it last summer while on the Island.
The trajectory my life has taken on the last few months have felt a bit like a forced new lease on life. March ended with me feeling positive and joyous to embark on a new chapter. That was short-lived as by the end of April, I was already leaving that newfound stability (which turned out to be undeniably chaotic). May was touch-and-go for the first little while, but I had something lined up which brought much-needed relief. Unfortunately, I got into an accident literally the night before that was due to start, which effectively brought back all of the uncertainty.
Since then, I've been trying not to stress over the constant instability that has been with me since April. It's somehow felt both a long and short time since then. Much has happened but at the same time, I've felt like nothing has been accomplished because I've been physically incapable of doing anything other than strict bedrest, in order to heal as fast as possible.
I hope today and June is the start of the end of all these last-minute debilitating changes. Maybe I've been unlucky. Maybe it's karma. Maybe they've just all been moments that have taken place, good or bad. Regardless, I'm grateful for my body and mind that has taken me through this completely unexpected stressful period. That, and family and friends.
Here's to never giving up. Being thankful. Appreciating the small moments in life. Gratitude for my health, body, and mind.