patience

peaks and valleys, highs and lows. some days are most excellent, others feel like a slow, uphill journey. i wasn't ready to stop working. i wasn't ready for discomfort on a daily basis. having my journey recharted without my permission was not part of the plan.  i know it is just a moment and the moment will pass, but i miss it, the things i took for granted like brushing my hair, pruning flowers, mixing and stirring with the dominant hand, and snapping shots with a heavy dslr. the classes i want are waitlisted. i'm already halfway through the textbooks anyway. the forward movement feels like reverse. i'm trying to remain patient. this is the time i have to give myself to other causes like volunteering, and that is good, but this "in between" is a lot harder than anticipated.