"If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again." Flavia Weeden
I went to the State Fair today. I can’t remember the last time I went to the Fair. I think my boys must have been six and five. I remember pulling them around in a wagon, their faces covered with chocolate from Sweet Martha’s cookies. Some things never change. My son and his wife went with us to the Fair and the thing he wanted most was a bucket of Sweet Martha’s chocolate chip cookies.
I’ve been working on a new thing I call positive activations. I’ve been trying to do more activities I enjoyed before I had terrible pain but I try to end them while they are still a positive experience. Ideally, activations involve an activity that would be stressful, but planning and framing it so that the experience is positive. A key is limiting the activity before it becomes dreadful. With this plan, I'm encouraged to do more activities, and slowly I feel like my world is growing, little chunks at a time.
Today we went to the State Fair for the first time in years. My husband made a carefully planned route of the most important foods we wanted to eat and the attractions we wanted to see. Then, even though we didn’t get to see them all we left in an hour before terrible pain set in.
I’m still smiling, happy I got to go to the Fair.