Just because the things I can do must be smaller, simpler and quieter – it doesn’t mean the joy I experience must diminish.
On the contrary, I think it means that I experience my joy more potently.
I am thankful for more and more aware of my blessings.
I am joyful in the smaller, but by no means less important, things. A hug from my son, a smile from my husband, a helping hand from my brother, a word of kindness…the list goes on.
My hobbies had to become flexible and gentle, but I prioritise them. I always have time to read, write, colour or scrapbook a little.
I find joy in nature, animals, babies, pretty books, and accomplishments (however small).
Yes, my life must seem smaller to those with normal energy levels. But it is abundantly joy-full (despite the grief and pain and fatigue).
When I chose to focus on what I can do, rather than what I can’t, I am choosing joy. I hope that those in my life, and in yours, see this. I hope they can respect that it’s not always easy. Sometimes we will slip and think of all we wish to do, especially for the sake of those closest to us.
We may not have much choice about the pain and fatigue and symptoms that accompany these, but we can choose joy.
The best, biggest, most beautiful thing our closest people can do is to recognise, witness and support this.