For several months I have had some form of writer’s block,
and somewhere deep in my daily thoughts sat the idea that perhaps my writing
days were nearing its end. Today I realized that perhaps the real reason I have
had nothing to write about was because I just haven’t been living life hard enough
to gather experiences to write about. The past months have been saturated with an intense
commitment to the walls of academia and working hard to attain professional RN status.
Well, that’s about done now, and somehow I feel like there’s a release slowly
filtering through my spirit. Maybe I can live again.
Today, for the first time in a whole year, I paid a visit
to the gym. And I was reminded once again the huge difference between working
out at a proper fitness center and the occasional improvised exercises I meddle with at home struggling with the little available time afforded me. I was also reminded that a good work out
comes with a lot of pain. My left shoulder has gone sore, and I’m left to
function with an arm and half an arm resting on a belt-sling. But yeah, that
endorphin laden euphoric feeling is still the same. I feel like I can take on
the world…
But despite my present handicap, I survived cooking dinner tonight
with only a minor scald to the skin from the boiling pot of noodles… Not so bad
now ey! And here I am, with a thankful voice in my heart for all of the things
that He’s brought me through these past months... Tonight’s writing and dinner
inclusive.
God be praised, I'm alive!
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