I'm participating in the WEGO Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge. Today’s topic: Dream Day
I had a hard time coming up with a dream day. My moods vary so much that I have several different ideas of what would be a perfect day.
- Am I alone? Alone by a river, watching a waterfall while scribbling in my journal, that's a perfect day.
- Am I with my family? We're together and laughing while tossing snacks to the dogs. That's a perfect day.
- Am I with my friends? Maybe we're at the Chicago Diabetes Expo. Maybe that's a perfect day.
Most days are perfect days because I hold a low benchmark for what a perfect day looks like. A perfect day involves being well enough to get out of bed, eat breakfast and feel fairly OK afterward. I don't take that lightly, or for granted because too many days I haven't been able to get out of bed. Or chew well enough to eat. When illness makes it hard to breathe, eat, speak and move, being able to do those things is a blessing. If I can breathe, eat, speak and move, I'm automatically having a perfect day.
This post was written from a blog prompt for April 14th from The Health Activist Writer's Month Challenge at WEGO Health.