Flexible

I don't feel like I have anything new to say. 

This week I have still been living with pain as I have been trying to create a way for it to heal.  I am desperately trying to avoid strong medication that messes with me and surgery that I feel will mess me up.

I have been giving more of myself than I have to parents of students, to my students and having very little left for my family. 

I have experienced genuine care and concern from people who are paying attention and pat answers and empty phrases from those who don't really know me.

I have been reminded of my inability to ask for help as I struggle to complete simple tasks silently aching when there is someone a few feet away that could help if only I would ask.

I have been reminded of my strength to overcome difficulties no matter what gets thrown at me.

Some of this weeks moments have been difficult and some have been precious.

Each day and each week hold these up and down moments.  How do we see these moments?  How do they change us?  How do they frame our memories and our hopes? 

Life is ever moving.  It is always changing and shaping us.  Do we let it or do we fight it?  Do we bend and move with the day or do we stand rigid and refuse to be shaped by our circumstances? I know each event in each day molds me.  I hope I am flexible and don't fight against circumstances that will make me stronger and better.