I awoke this morning remembering bits and pieces of a dream.basically, I was telling someone I used to be able to do something but the MS....
It dawned on me that while I'm trying to fill my life with beautiful experiences...and I am. I am collecting experiences but I'm no longer striving for a specific goal.
Perhaps some of this is due to aging --career and relationship goals-- checkβοΈ
But I'm also needing to lower the bar on smaller goals like how much I can accomplish on my to do list of daily activities.
I'm goal-less? It feels strange for a very goal directed me. The up side is that the experiences I'm amassing are often deeper experiences.
Analogy: I used to be a pebble skipping across a lake (life). Now I'm slowly wading through the shallow waters, stopping to notice a turtle or snail and occasionally getting caught up in the weeds and muck.
Thanks! For letting me express myself here. So glad to share my morning βοΈ With you all π