|Sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean - North Myrtle Beach, 2013|
Life changes. It has been so many months since I had a good day that I no longer know what a good day looks like.
Oh yes, I have glimmers hear and there.
For me, a good day translates into a day where I feel peace, contentment. At home in my body. A day when all the accumulated, debilitating affects of severe stress have laid down their ugly heads for a truce. A truce which is tenuous at best. Unstable. Liable to be broken at any moment without warning. But still, for the time being, a truce.
|Fog over the ocean|
A good day is when my emotions are not cloaked and choked under a fog so deep that all creativity, passion and interest are stifled. A great day is when the spark returns and interest in the outside world starts to flow. Maybe only for a short time but still there. Lurking somewhere deep inside straining to get out.
A good day is when I'm able to crochet or knit; cook; work on my blog. A great day is when I'm able to read the patterns; read a cookbook and understand what I'm reading.
A good day is when energy is not so seriously depleted that I'm able to do small things: make the bed, take a bath; a great day is when I'm able to plan an outing and follow through, take a walk, drive, ride the bus.
A good day is filled with colour; a great day is filled with vivid colours.
A good day is filled with contentment, shared moments, memories being made. A great day has all these three plus the added ingredient of laughter.
A good day is where there is peace; a great day is where there is hope.
Hope for healing.
Hope for full recovery.
|Late afternoon at the intercoastal waterway, South Carolina|