Yes, I won the battle, but at a steep price. Not being able to digest food properly can really throw lots of monkey wrenches into the machinery.
Had several fractures towards the end of last year, and only now being able to walk again, unaided. Still in a lot of pain, but hey, life goes on. I may have to go back to using a wheelie again, intermittently, but for the moment, I am enjoying the fact that I can use the stairs again. Oh the freedom! Slow I may be, and for a long long while, but the freedom to walk (hobble, really) is not to be scoffed at.
I did manage to read 55 books last year, which is not quite close to my usual reading quota (usually 60 - 80 books annually) but I did manage to add another skill into my bag.
Pixel smearing. Digital art, that is. Not very good at it, still, but it's another "childhood fear" that I conquered, so I am pleased.
I "quit" art some 22 years ago, as I can never force myself to draw well. But now, at a grand old age of 37, I realised, art must not be forced. It just is. Much of this change in mindset is due to my muses who tweaked me into trying again, despite my overwhelming reluctance and "hangup" of being made a laughingstock by an art teacher in school.
It turns out, I was working with the wrong media all this time, and the said art teacher was too limited in her repertoire of techniques (not to mention teaching skills) to realise that I do NOT have the dexterity or manual stability to use watercolours. My media require a quick "undo" button, as I have a lot of tremors in my arms and fingers from nerve dysfunction.
Not the greatest works of art, I have to admit, but for me to actually draw again, is a great great progress I never thought possible. Onwards and upwards.
Confused Tropical Gecko on a Rock, overlooking Boreal lake.
Had several fractures towards the end of last year, and only now being able to walk again, unaided. Still in a lot of pain, but hey, life goes on. I may have to go back to using a wheelie again, intermittently, but for the moment, I am enjoying the fact that I can use the stairs again. Oh the freedom! Slow I may be, and for a long long while, but the freedom to walk (hobble, really) is not to be scoffed at.
I did manage to read 55 books last year, which is not quite close to my usual reading quota (usually 60 - 80 books annually) but I did manage to add another skill into my bag.
Pixel smearing. Digital art, that is. Not very good at it, still, but it's another "childhood fear" that I conquered, so I am pleased.
I "quit" art some 22 years ago, as I can never force myself to draw well. But now, at a grand old age of 37, I realised, art must not be forced. It just is. Much of this change in mindset is due to my muses who tweaked me into trying again, despite my overwhelming reluctance and "hangup" of being made a laughingstock by an art teacher in school.
It turns out, I was working with the wrong media all this time, and the said art teacher was too limited in her repertoire of techniques (not to mention teaching skills) to realise that I do NOT have the dexterity or manual stability to use watercolours. My media require a quick "undo" button, as I have a lot of tremors in my arms and fingers from nerve dysfunction.
Not the greatest works of art, I have to admit, but for me to actually draw again, is a great great progress I never thought possible. Onwards and upwards.
Confused Tropical Gecko on a Rock, overlooking Boreal lake.
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