Due to health issues spinning out of control, our heroine spun out of control, dear Reader. I participated in the artful world for precious yet brief times, stringing them together to form a piece of flash. I got my work done for Escape Into Life, too. I can’t say my thoughts were so much on the art. Rather, they were furious attacks against the situation which kept me from the artistic world.
Tuesday afternoon, I will be getting the Botox injections for the first time. They’re supposed to work immediately. The treatment will keep me migraine-free for three to four months. Rinse, repeat. As migraines were the root of it all, the difference will be nothing short of amazing.
I find myself in the curious position of gathering the little bits of life I lost over the last three years. All the things I miss doing for myself. These little bits of independence, of my life, I place in a colorful woven basket in my mind. They are formed into colorful stones, each a different design.
I plan to take the pieces out of the basket and use them to create a mosaic. More stones will likely join them as I recognize other areas of independence. This will be the symbol I carry in my mind to help me keep perspective when needed. The mosaic is my Art of Living.
What is yours?