I guess it's been quite some time since I posted a blog entry. I honestly hadn't noticed, but it has been months! Lately, I've spent so much time working on other parts of Lemon & Lyme (like our Facebook page, or expanding our Faces of Lyme family) that it honestly didn't occur to me to tell you what I've been up to.
My last post was at the beginning of August, so I'll just give you the highlights. When I wrote the last entry, although I don't think I mentioned it, I had already applied to go back to school. Even with my projects, I felt stagnant, and like I was letting the person I was slip away. So instead of allowing myself to mope about it, I challenged myself. I signed up for a single online class in nutrition, just to see if I would sink or swim.
I got an A+ in the course.
I had chosen nutrition because it actually has practical implications on my life. My list of allergies and foods to avoid is overwhelming at times. I can't have anything with soy, gluten, corn, tomatoes, chocolate... if I typed the whole list, I'm sure my fingers would fall off before I was done. Taking the course was worth it. Not only did the course teach me information that I needed to know, but it also gave me a boost in confidence that I desperately needed at the time.
Don't get me wrong, if I had attempted this before I was ready, I would not have been nearly as happy about the results. Emotionally and mentally, it was time. When I was at my worst and completely bed-bound, just thinking about my favorite activities was exhausting. It wasn't just that I couldn't go hang out with friends, I didn't want to. I was in so much pain that I would hate the experience rather than enjoy it.
After a while, that stopped being the case. Eventually, I had just enough energy to reminisce. Even though I would still have to decline invitations knowing I couldn't make the 20-minute drive to a friend's house, the idea of sharing a hot cup of tea on the couch while watching Doctor Who was awfully tempting. This was when being chronically ill actually became depressing for me. It wasn't until this point that it really set in that my state of health was keeping me from things I wanted to do. When Lyme stopped me from working, that was something very generic. It was much easier to convince myself that a serious illness prevented me from physically exerting myself for eight hours at a time, than it was to admit that I couldn't eek out a single hour of low-key conversation.
But then I got an A. Even if I had only gotten an adequate passing grade, I still would have been proud of myself. One class, without even the commitment of a commute, was a relatively small step, but it meant that I was that much closer to reclaiming the life I once had. It was about then that I had another epiphany
The endpoint of my journey does not have to be the same as its starting point.
By that I mean, I don't necessarily need to judge my progress toward recovery by comparing my life to the way it was before I got sick. Just because I was pursuing one career at the time does not mean that I can't use this pivotal phase in my life to change direction. Back when I lived my life at a mile per minute, I used to wish I had "more time" for certain whims. For example, it wasn't practical to take an extra language class when I was trying to complete a degree program and that requirement was already filled. Now I have all day to sit in front of Rosetta Stone if I want - and there are no deadlines!
In this day and age, we have any information we could possibly want (and far more) right at our fingertips. Anyone with access to a library and a sufficient thirst for knowledge can teach themselves practically anything. With Lyme, I found that the process requires a wealth of both patience and faith in myself.
There is no denying that I don't pick up new concepts as fast as before, and I don't retain the information as well either. The key is to accept this as fact, but also recognize it as a temporary situation that I will overcome. Right now, I can't handle a full-time schedule, and that's okay. Eventually that will come back to me, and I can decide then if it's something that I still want.
Until then, my lack of commitments gives me the free time I've always wanted. While I can't exactly use it to join the Peace Corps, build my own house, or anything like that, there is only so much Lyme can limit me intellectually. Yes, it's harder. Yes, I'm slower. Absolutely and definitely yes, it's frustrating at times. But I'm a fighter.
What have you always wanted to do or learn, but never had the time? What would you need to do to accomplish this?