When we focus on the hassles in our life, our self awareness plummets. And our attitude is poisoned. By midlife, we should see this coming each morning.
And each morning, as a person of wisdom and experience, we should prepare to battle the temptations to live with this toxicity. And not do it.
February 11th, 1996. That was the day the congenital arteriovenous malformation of the left basal ganglia ruptured. In terms we can all understand, that was the day of the massive stroke.
I kept the MRI photos that were taken a few weeks after. When I first saw them I had to excuse myself to go throw up in the bathroom. I was told that the clear area of film is the clot left from the bleed. The neurosurgeon told me it was the size of a jumbo grade egg.
Eighteen years later, I showed some friends the film. “Life isn’t fair”, one of them commented. Eighteen years of regular physical therapy. Eighteen years of struggling to use his right hand; of people asking why he’s limping; of word finding problems.
“Life isn’t fair.”
I didn’t realize my friend was referring to my husband and me. I thought he was talking about those who didn’t get the chance to work on their recovery. I thought he was talking about those who didn’t survive the assault to their brain. I guess I was too busy being grateful.
What would happen if midlife authors got writer’s flood? It would be a feeling like you have so much to write about but are finding the ticking clock making it challenging to whittle things down to five short and pithy posts.
A great attitude will make the best of this, even on the road in another Country.
With a poor attitude we would freeze, feel overwhelmed, procrastinate, and curse the day for it’s unrelenting pressures.