Waking up is a gamble. Some days I open my eyes to a surge of excitement, my mind spinning with anticipation for what I’m going to do that day. I get up and get moving. Other days I wake to a coil of anxiety in my gut. Those days I try to stay in bed and breath relaxation into my body. That doesn’t always work and if it doesn’t, I get up and get moving, as if it was a morning when I’m looking forward to what the day will bring. Moving always makes me feel better, but those dreary mornings can get wearing.
My sister Chris, whose blog I introduced you to over a month ago, has recently posted two new essays that speak to those alternating days of hope and weariness. The essays are terrific. I hope you’ll click over to A Cancer Journey With Chris and read them.
Grace Mattern 