Today is a free day. No plans, perfect to get working, right?
Ya, except this is one thing that would never naturally occur to me. Instead, I have to have inspiration in the form of a friend to come over and tell me to get to it. My main job right now is finishing my memoir, but I’d rather procrastinate by working on journals, crocheting, or anything else.
I AM THANKFUL FOR MY FRIEND who came over to relax and knit, then left for work telling me to get my head where it should be, IN A BOOK. my book specifically,
leaving me listening to Shania Twain’s new CD, NOW
and with a bit cup of coffee [and more in the pot]
I AM THANKFUL FOR A HUSBAND TO SET ME STRAIGHT. And tell me to ice my hip when I’m complaining it hurts from walking around too much.
GET TO IT- STOP COMPLAINING- and get to work!
NO EXCUSES… get that nose to the grindstone!
…I maybe wasn’t even supposed to write a blog post…maybe
Yes, I still make them.
We can make a mistake, realize it, and learn from it.
Or we can pout.
Maybe a little of both, but we always learn from our bad judgement calls.
One that I just experienced last night; I have always tried to be a good wife. Lately I have tried to be a very exceptional wife, being that now I work from home, writing and taking care of our little doggie. When I had a PT appointment yesterday afternoon, my husband assumed that I would be going to dinner with my Mom, while I assumed I needed to be back at home making dinner because hey, my husband has to eat also, and since I am trying to be such a good wife- I should cook, right? Oops- that apparently wasn’t the plan. Matt went out for pizza with his coworkers to watch the Nats game, and came home at like 730.
At least there’s a lesson that can be learned from it…
…..wait, what was the lesson?
Maybe I should be focusing on myself rather than trying so hard to be considerate.
At least Matt was considerate enough to bring home some pizza.
Just let that sink in.
20 years since my life has changed so drastically.
20 years, but does it even feel like 20 years ago?
It does feel different. Different from what; it seems like this is just something that happened to me. Something that happened long ago. Like I grew into it. or grew from it, since I technically am older now than I was when I first got into that car accident.
It feels different, but I am still me. The car accident that left me with a TBI is just something that happened to me. Move on, right?
Struggling through high school…hey I made it though, right? only 1 year late
Going to LONGWOOD college, only 3 years post accident, 3 hours away from everyone I knew- my support system- living on my OWN (which was a big deal for me, concentrating so hard on rehabilitation)
I graduated! With a degree in Therapeutic Recreation, my hospital stay and rehab turned out to be a good thing, in the sense that it gave me a purpose
Working at Fairfax Nursing Center for 9 years 2005-14
meeting a great man, Matt Karst 12/06, and married 09/20/08
Buying a townhouse in Burke Center in 2012
writing since 2014
Involved at Messiah United Methodist Church; organizing the Prayer Shawl Ministry, various Bible studies, Vacation Bible school, helping with a weeekly middle school/high school Girls’ group, co-leading a Sunday school class
Longwood Alumni blogger
babysitter & caregiver
Fairfax Inova Trauma Support Network volunteer
Creating traumatic brain injury awareness
I am here for a purpose. A purpose to bring awareness to the silent epidemic of a hidden illness. Hidden to the unknowing eye, but we still feel the effects. Everyday, we know that there is something different than before, or something that people without a brain injury don’t experience the symptoms. The symptoms do not always need to be a physical injury or something that you can see, but the symptoms are still lasting. My physical disabilities have gotten much better, though my balance is not perfect, nor is my voice, fine motor control, anxiety and levels of exhaustion.
Remember how far you have come
“Brain injury is unpredictable in its consequences. Brain injury affects who we are, the way we think, act, and feel. It can change everything about us in a matter of seconds. The most important things to remember:
• A person with a brain injury is a person first
• No two brain injuries are exactly the same
• The effects of a brain injury are complex and vary greatly from person to person
• The effects of a brain injury depend on such factors as cause, location, and severity”
The Brain Injury Association of America website
What am I doing with all my time? Yes, the time that I’m supposed to be “working”
The ADD that I’ve acquired from my traumatic brain injury makes it very difficult to focus. I’m wasting time away getting distracted with texts, laundry or PLANNERS -my guilty pleasure. I just love all of the fun effective ways to make a planner functional AND pretty. A notebook that you are proud to carry around in your purse telling of appointments or just to take notes- a planner can contain whatever you want it to; how you want it. That’s why I’m trying like using a good ol’ (fashionably orange) blank notebook like the one I bought on Amazon.
Instead of getting to work writing in it or working on completing my book (that is taking FOREVER)
It’s been nearly a month since I have bought it, and it now contains some quotes that I’d like to remember, a meal dinner planner for the month, some prayer requests, and some other topics to include in the book on which I am currently working.
Can there be such a thing as having too many journals?
I have a journal for all of my appointments, and TO-DOs [compact enough to stick in a purse and carry around with me]
Another for doodles, and things I’d like to remember [the orange one]
- a big one, that stays at my workplace at home, that’s kind of like an end of the day reflection of what happened during the day; also containing a box for gratitude for the day
I can’t lie, the cover did have something incredible weight when deciding to purchase it
Just look at ‘Life is beautiful’ in french
a “work” notebook, for containing TBI notes, the notes taken in support group meetings or containing information about my volunteer work at Fairfax hospital
This notebook just has blank pages in it, some subject dividers, and seems like it would really be good for a project noteboook- although thus far I’ve used it as a food planner, it’s so compact and easy to fit into a purse when going to the store- easy to write down recipes at when at the grocery store-there it is all contained nicely. Maybe I need to find another journal for more studious subjects… The good thing is that this journal has removable pages, so they are easily transferred
AM i REALLY CONCERNING MYSELF TOO HARD WITH THIS?
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