As I’m coming through the valley of darkness, aka the latest MS flare, the pieces are slowly being picked up… Except for whatever new life form has evolved under the couch. It scares me so it can stay, maybe it will evolve to the point where we can converse. Everyone needs a minion.
Finding new ways, adapting old ways, and trying to keep abreast of the ever changes that children endure and oft inflict on their parents. It’s a juggling act that is a challenge. Thank the powers that be that coffee is on tap.
Everything happens for a reason, at least that’s the theory. I’m still trying to figure out what the purpose of this flare is, all that I come to is that this is the progression that was started long ago.
It’s a powerless feeling knowing that THIS doesn’t serve an immediate purpose or lesson, THIS was simply destined to happen due to an unknown fluke of chance. Rather irritating. I’d rather come out of this with an epiphany or purpose or something personally important to me.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s the lesson.