Next time, I’m told, I’ll need a doctor’s note. And the time after that, and the time after that. A doctor’s note for a condition I’ve had for about twenty years now. It’s a kick in the gut–the every now and then reminders of stupid things you have to put up with just because you’re prone to something beyond your control. You are made to feel broken. Or maybe I do that part to myself.
That being said, it needs to be a conscious effort to concentrate more on what is in my control than what is not. In my control: taking better care of myself. This is an across the board statement. Taking better care of my health, first and foremost(this includes mental well being, boy does it ever). Also, more heart in my friendships, more thoughts to the sentences. The older I get, the more the sentiment rings in my head: this is it. This is the go-round I get, and if I don’t make it what I want it to be, well then. There is no conclusion, no choice to that. You just have to.
I guess I have to remember: there are systems, and these systems are just systems, not necessarily limitations, but opportunities. Being everything more than they tell you that you can be. And it’s true, and it’s true, and it’s true.