I’m lucky to live in a place full of parks and trees. For the faults this area has, its abundance of peaceful outdoor spaces makes up for them.
|My lunchtime view. You can kind of see some of the flooding
we’re dealing with out here.
Today, I had my yearly physical. I’m healthy, outside of a few mild chronic issues, but between the fasting beforehand and the general stress around getting things done, I wanted to find a nice place to take my first (late, late) meal of the day.
This morning, I had a very hard time reading or putting words together. My stomach wasn’t happy with me, I was tired from lack of calories and I was feeling the stress of wanting to get stuff done, but being unable to.
After I got out of the doctor’s office and finished picking up the things she suggested, along with a tasty chicken/cranberry and walnut sandwich, apple and mango-orange juice, from the store next door, I set out for a peaceful spot in which to recharge.
As much as I advocate for taking breaks, I’m terrible at taking my own advice. After spending weeks on end worrying about writing, promoting, housecleaning and maintaining my health, I was starting to feel the effects of burnout.
I only sat out there for maybe twenty minutes, but when I started my trek home, I felt a thousand times better. I’m sure the food had a huge role in that, but the chance to sit quietly with no demands was so therapeutic.
That’s one of the blessings I feel dyslexia gives me. When I get overwhelmed to the point of being unable to do even simple things, I know it’s time for a break. I may not want to take it, but I don’t have much choice in the matter. After the break, especially if it’s someplace quiet and full of sunshine, I feel wonderful.
Although I’m still relatively young, I’ve noticed that the terrible lows my weaknesses give me only emphasize the highs my strengths bring in the end.
I don’t know if that’s something others experience, but it is something I’ve learned to treasure.