Today I thought about how wonderful the experience of simple daily life is - how great the little things are and how much each step I take, each challenge I meet and surpass is a gift.
Sure, I'm proud of myself but that matters less and less these days. Each moment contains such wealth - my interactions, my thoughts, my activities, are leading to a past I can look back on fondly.
In the past month or so, I focused on doing something each day, even one thing, that I could not have done or appreciated fully when I was sick. The options for this are plentiful and range from squash games, to venturing to busy public places that would have provoked panic attacks previously; from having a good conversation to enjoying quiet company of just me or that of others without my mind trekking off to some negative place. Peace is still so new and pleasant that I notice it and I hope that I do not lose that despite how far I move from that old negative world.
Tonight, as I wrap up a long day with a few new challenges, I thought back to last February....
It was on this day, 2012, that I left my treatment environment to meet my sister in Lisbon for my first trip back to Canada. I could not have known that "great adventure" was just a tiny, baby taste of what real life could contain.
Ah, yes, what an adventure. Life is so good when we let it be.
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