-The Library and Librarians. The system and the noble profession.
-The ability to read. Thanks, mom, Mrs. Thompson (my kindergarten teacher), and me.
-Ideas. A Plethora.
-Pages and pages, screens, voice recordings, thousands of words. A very productive weekend.
-The panic attack from earlier not lasting longer than it did. I was able to calm down but it took about an hour with assistance.
This was the second one this year. Technically, the second in 5 weeks.
Housing insecurity. The fear, shame, guilt is overwhelming sometimes.
Just gotta keep on keeping on. Doing my best, which I am. What is there to be afraid of? What haven’t I survived? I ask myself. Temporary is what I tell myself. Grateful for this time and all the privileges I have is what I say/know/ believe/feel.
-Learning to trust and listen to myself and adjust in my way/time. Living the rhythm of my nature. Self-correction feels so much better than the crippling effects of internalizing criticism/perceived criticism from loved ones. Confidence is a result . In many ways, I am a slow learner, but when I get it, I got it! 😊
-Physical Therapy evaluation was on Friday. It’s been months of insurance issues to get to this point but “Dear God, I’m here. I’m here.” 🙃 Starting this week, for the next 6 weeks I’ll have physical therapy. My left leg muscles have atrophied. It’s two weeks shy of a year since a car hit me while I was walking across the street in a crosswalk with a non-attentive crossing guard nearby. The knee locks and buckles whenever it wants. But I’m feeling hopeful now that with the exercises and therapy I’ll be good.
-Art. Creativity. Painting.
Transcript: Evan (off-screen): Okay, so, these are my works in progress. It’s Friday, August 16, 2019. I’ve been painting for a couple of hours. I re-watched Season 1 of Derry Girls. It’s been playing in the background. Season 2 just started. So it’s time for a break or time to end for tonight and..(on-screen) yay!