life with disability/illness

final round of tidying

(it is a happy post, honest!) Managed to go through all my paperwork. Found all the shows I had been in. All the travel documents. What the heck-most was from before I was 25.
I was working full time, doing theatre, training at the gym (a spot of stunt training too), doing charity, and travelling.

I know it is not related. It was a mix of dumb luck (a viral infection and an injury at the same time confused my immune system) but there is also a bit of genetic predisposition.

I get sad when I think of opportunities I could have created or am no longer able to commit to. But holy wow that was a lot of reminiscing and remembering how brave I was. Still am. It’s just the real limits have shifted. So it doesn’t look or feel like it.

But that is not the same as bitter, or resentful. It is here, it is now.

And I am grateful for every single opportunity I did have- taken or not.