As I continue to process my father’s recent death, my rehabilitation from two major surgeries in the past 13 months and my husband’s ongoing health issues which are requiring more of my attention I find myself in a quandary. So much grief…so little time.
I am a verbal and visual person. I problem solve by talking about issues, breaking them down by writing or speaking to gain insight. Once I process it I let it go…and move on to the next issue.
As much as I went to Facebook kicking and screaming it has been a bit of a godsend. It ‘s often been my overflow valve when I needed to just vent something. Yet I feel it is really unfair to my husband and his escalating health issues to throw him under the bus by venting online about his problems. So how do I cope?
First I have returned to writing more. I sat down the other day to write a ‘few thoughts’ about my father’s death and my unresolved feelings regarding the shortening surgeries of nearly 50 years ago. Eight pages, single spaced later… it felt good and cleansing. Sure there is still more in there to come out but it was a great start.
And by opening the door to writing again I was reminded of my drafts on the ‘book of humor.’ The night following the celebration of my father’s 80th birthday I had a surreal experience otherwise known as the chocolate decadence birthday cake overdose. I was wide awake and hyped at 2 am so I got out of bed and began to write. I drafted 15 chapters for a book on humor. They’ve remained as drafts on the external drive for eight years now. It seems this might be a good time to reopen the files and finish that project. Although seriously can a book on humor ever be finished?!
So writing, continuing to work out to build the most functional body I have resided in and getting back into the studio where the colors are patiently waiting to embrace me once more will be my best medicine. Oh and chocolate…in small doses.
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