There are things that I cannot do well, like manage the twist tie on a loaf of bread or stir a cup of coffee or butter a piece of toast. They are little things, but they are the things that make up daily life. They are minutiae, insignificant not only in the overall scheme of things but in the mundane order of the day.
But little things are our life. Our existence is made of many of these little things. In their own way they are life altering changes because they are so small. Because I can’t do the little things I am not quite the person I used to be.
I can’t laugh the way I used to.
I can breathe and walk – after a fashion. I am alive. That’s why I care about these things. Maybe I’m just being perverse and focusing on the relatively inconsequential parts of life. Everyone has problems, I know that, but these didn’t use to be mine. I didn’t age gracefully, I aged overnight – well, it took 2 months but I was unconscious most of the time. And I haven’t been graceful about it.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this. Maybe nowhere, though I have to think all of this through so I can get to the other side. But now I’ve derailed my train of thought. I’ll wait at the station until it gets going again.
3 comments:
Little things are inconsequential until they can't be managed without effort and concentration. Then they become obstacles.
Keep up the good battle.
Now that's how I should have said it. Concise I was not.
Well, I did say I was working things out and that takes words.
And thanks for the encouragement.
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