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Life Lesson Rant

I get that this illness thing may be part of higher learning;
a divinely inspired gift to awaken my soul, but really?th
My resume is already humongous – I am over-animated
with life experiences.  Okay, okay, so we are co-creators,

make life choices, must be engaged in the process, but what
kind of school is this, and when did I sign up, and are there

any perimeters?  Pardon all the ranting – I am homebound
looking for the exit ramp….
If this is a life course, at what point do I earn my degree?
(Full disclosure: it would be one heavy-assed qualifier)

Or, is this a group assignment, testing our team dynamics,
sustainable vibrancy? To what extent must I put in effort

to earn leave?  I’ve been putting myself out there – okay,
maybe with some exaggeration, and tongue-in-cheek, will

admit that there have been promotions – the overall colour
of my life a much more palatable hue than in the past – am

not alone on this journey, just want clarity for the grind,
would like to know where to draw the line for personal

hope before I get smacked down again –
hate to be disappointed….


Categories: aging Chronic Illnes dreams humour ME/CFS

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V.J. Knutson

Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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