There are moments when I forget. I forget I am living on the edge of blindness with the possibility of one day living in total darkness. My life is so fulfilling between my husband and two beautiful children that it is easy to forget. I revel in these moments. I choose to let the smiles and laughter consume me versus the fear of the unknown.
It never ceases to amaze me that I forget. I will be walking down the street on a bright, sunny day minding my own business. Suddenly, my world changes. The sun slinks away to the San Francisco fog and my sunny disposition becomes gray as I start to squint and try to see through what now are foggy lenses. My carefree days becomes a little bit more draining as I navigate through the fog trying to protect myself and others around me from a head on collision.
Emotions in my world change on a dime. You would think I am a three-year-old toddler when in reality I am 39-year-old woman.
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