A Caregiver's Dance.

September 9, 2021

A dreary rainy Thursday.  I'm tired.  I don't admit that often.  Perhaps it's the weather.  Perhaps it's the anticipation of seasonal change going from long summer days to short winter ones. 

Regarding my caregiver situation, many of the comments I receive from friends, family, and internet buddies are some variation of this one, "I don't know how you do it".  

My answer, said with a wry smile, is usually some form of this one, "I don't think about it, I just do. " 

Sort of like Nike, you know, I "Just do it!" 

To be honest, there are woeful thoughts which lay low in the recesses of a dark and smokey tango parlor that is my mind.  Like seductive dancers bumping up against each other they spin and twirl until I am dizzy with dread. 

I instinctively know I would not survive if I surrendered my emotions to lamenting lyrics which tell tales of the nostalgic musings of unfulfilled dreams.  

So like a simple six step Waltz, 

I Step back with my right foot. ... 
Move to my left. ... 
Close my right foot to my left foot. ... 
Step forward with my left foot. ... 
Move back and to my right. ... 
Close my left foot to my right foot...
and just keep moving.