It is cold outside, the garden has suffered from neglect and frost. But the calendula is still flowering like there was no tomorrow.
The house is filling with bags and stacks and open suitcases. We are going on a journey.
(The baby has arrived.)
And now for something completely different.
I have saved these four pictures on my desktop in recent months and now they feel like baggage I must get rid off.
|source: Dr. Andrea Kamphuis, https://autoimmunbuch.de|
The area below the dotted line is referred to as the honeymoon period. All bliss after a few hickups. See how the little person is whisteling a merry tune while recovering. He thinks he's doing great, not a bother in sight. Little does he know etc. I am way off and above to the right, BTW. I am climbing mountains. If I accept this analogy of the disease course, my life is defined by steep climbs. One mountain top after another. I am excpecting the air to get thin eventually, altitude sickness any day now.
The real challenge at times. I am working on it. In fact, I need to learn to quit doing stuff that is stopping me from getting rest.