I had my journal all planned out, then I woke up and my day started to go pear shaped, so I’ll publish that journal tomorrow.
We tend to rely on a network of people who support us through our life and although we don’t equate most of those people or see them as a support, I believe they still are.
Those people are our doctors, hairdressers, dentists, opticians. Anyone who looks after us, any one who allows us to live our life without too many problems, or if we have a problem, for them to help us address those problems, so that we can get back on our feet quickly.
I’m just wondering why it’s such an effort for people to be nice. It’s when I have to deal with those things that I look at what I deal with. It’s probably something I will always revisit in stressful times. I not only come back to it, I’ll have to deal with coming back to it. It never goes away.
Turning to my thoughts about my cerebral palsy. Claudia had her hair cut yesterday and looked absolutely amazing as she went out wearing a beret she bought on a school exchange this week in Spain. It took me back to my own thoughts.
Looking at her oozing with confidence just at that moment, I realised what a struggle that was for me, because I have and manage cerebral Palsy.