Minutes.
Hours, maybe.
I get to choose how long I remain upright in the world.
I get to choose where I spend my spoons, today.
Walk a block, or stand and deliver.
Lift my silly little nephew out of his seat, or sit in the theatre: not both.
I get to choose, now. I get to pace myself and measure my steps.
Measuring life from one painkiller to another.
I used to mark my life from one show to the next.
Now it's from one pill to the next, one treatment to the next.
I know it happens to everyone. I'm grateful it isn't something more terrifying yet.
I guess I thought I would have had a little more time upright.
I get to choose now, whether to grieve all the things I don't get to do anymore,
Or celebrate the things I did and cherish every single moment that I get now.
I love how slow my world has become. I get to live with so much more intention now.
I can't blindly say 'yes' to everything anymore now, so given the choice:
I'll measure my life in love.
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