Evenings are for ...
watching chimney swifts from my porch, writing something to share later being aware of crickets Cycles of energy and mood have put me to bed by 5PM half of my recent nights. It is a luxury to be able to go to bed early and to return for a spell of sleep in the mornings after I complete my chores. But I do not want to get to used to missing out on these hours of living. So I am reminding myself I love writing in the evenings at least for now. I recently had a realization about personal narrative. I have been telling myself a story that I am not traveling anymore because of my disability and the effect of aging but a different way of looking at it is that I am choosing to prioritize my stability. How might looking at your abilities from a different angle benefit you?
