After only 2 weeks I find I’m struggling to stay positive. This doesn’t bode well.
Those who know me will realise I’m not exactly a cock-eyed optimist at the best of times. I prefer to approach life in a sardonic, arched-eyebrow kind of way.
I’ve always thought that people who maintain a sunny disposition in the face of impending danger are, well, idiots. But now it would serve me well to become one of those people! The horror.
Here are the problems I currently face, and some ideas on how to improve them (as I don’t want to come across as a whiner).
Problem: There is nothing to look forward to.
What to do? It’s true that the outings we had planned for the coming months have been cancelled, and we are trying to sell tickets to plays, stand-up comedy, live music events etc. These have been replaced by brain surgery and recovery from brain surgery. It’s nobody’s idea of a Summer of Fun.
I need to focus on the enjoyable everyday things we still do. We can still go out. The sun may even shine again one day. I get to see my mother next week (and provide her with possibly the worst overseas holiday of her lifetime).
Problem: I worry about the future, beyond the surgery. A lot.
What to do? Stop it. The cliches “one step at a time” and “take each day as it comes” are annoyingly relevant here but so far I’ve not been very good at putting them into practice. B is (quite understandably) scared and worried enough about the upcoming surgery. It certainly won’t help to have me banging on about what might come after that.
This has been quite a serious post, it had to happen sometime. But I will go back to writing about trivial things like hats.