Two wonderful Australian friends visited and took me here for dinner.
I told them (to much laughter) I had arranged for this cruise ship to leave as we ate dinner to enhance their harbour experience.
I get frustrated with this old age business. I'm finding lately I lose patience with myself. A lot.
There is so much on my plate and I want to tackle it all at once, just like the old days, quickly wipe my hands together and get on with the rest.
But no. I'm finding more and more I need a whole day's break between a busy day's activities.
I was complaining to Daughter yesterday about this and she said, as well she might: "Mum, you're 80 years old, that's normal!"
I don't care for this new normal.
The way my body cramps up and exhausts itself and falls down into sleep at weird times.
And then, like today, I remind myself of how sick how I was just a few years ago when the pain wouldn't allow me sleep in my bed but curled up in a chair, where I needed a wheelchair to get anywhere, where tests and procedures ran my life and those of my family, where I couldn't stand long enough to get even my breakfast put together and had to send my laundry out and I feel a flood of gratitude that I am still here and more mobile but need to honour my body, my outlook, my life and yes, ADAPT, my motto. And remain grateful in my self-reminders of how far I've come.
So I will pace myself and know my limitations. Say no, politely and nicely and do the things I do best and there are many and it takes a long, long time for us to know we are precious and amazing and talented and are worthy.
Our one wild, extraodinary life waits for us to wake up.
Every single day.
