I love A Round of Words in 80 Days. I love the concept, the writing challenge that knows you have a life, the idea of being free to rearrange your goals or even change them when life rears its unpleasant head into your plans. I love the community that ROW80 builds, and the friends I’ve made through it.
Lately, my health and my body are conspiring against me. I can hear them whispering to each other in the night!
“Hey, Body, how can we screw Tammy’s plans today?”
“I don’t know, Health, whatchoo got in mind?”
“How about you stop breathing on her, and I’ll give her an ulcer!”
“That sounds like fun! I always like a trip to the ER!”
“Hey, Body, you said you’d tell Health about me, remember? Her Cataracts?”
“Oh yeah! Health, meet Cataracts! I kinda went and invited them along for the fun!”
I don’t think I can reasonably expect to do more than get my reading done of my goals. I’ve quit making my bed, preferring to breathe, instead. Walking is right out. My doctor is working with my insurance to get me oxygen. That should help, but it is still ‘pending’, and will be a long process.
When my hemoglobin finally comes up above 9% (and I have oxygen at home), I should be able to attack my goals again. Until then, I’m just going to be kind to myself and remove the guilt of “I didn’t get my goals done!” I’ll see y’all around the Round, but I won’t be participating for a while.