Often, when out walking on the moor, we spend most of our time looking at our feet. Roots, stones, leaves, all can be trip hazards, waiting to catch us unawares. Sometimes it's important to stop, to look up, to breathe. Even at a service station on the M3, the view up can make you smile. Just ignore the road noise and Burger King extractor fan 😉. Enjoy the moment!
I've been thinking about my blog. I began to journal as a way forward through the fog of PTDS and I think I've found my way. I can find the daily mindfulness more easily than when I started. I'm not really sure if anyone reads my words. They probably don't mean anything to anyone else and I don't know if they are read or not. Statistics tells me I've had page views from around the world, but it could just be automated bots scanning the words. More recently, I've come to suspect it is. That's OK, the blog is mine and it's done it job. I live my life calmly. I try to be a good person. I'm ordinary. I'm also proud of coming this far. From a quivering wreck of post treatment and TTP diagnosis, I'm happy. I've lost many people along the way, family, friends, colleagues, neighbours, many younger than me, for reasons other than TTP. I do wonder sometimes why I survived and they didn't....
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