My Life with Fibro

Kate Update: What is Possible and Getting Lost

Those who love me don’t understand why I have not written. In fact, I do not understand why I have not written.  They remind me I committed to tell you about the health issues I face, so we may create a positive and fresh community of folks who strengthen each other and learn from each other. They are right. And I have 12 article drafts saved in my WordPress. But I have no guts to post.

So, yet again, I will post what feels possible. And what is most-honestly on the tip of my tongue, via my fingertips.

As I type, my breakfast sits uneaten, in my lap. There is much to be done, yet here I am… Finally typing to you and thoroughly caught up in dreaming of taking my sweetie to get lost together overseas.

I think I must think about my health issues far less often than those around me. I see little gained from dwelling on them. And, instead choose to dwell on living as normal a life as possible.

And planning for the future that is a current impossibility.

And running away.

Please join me.  Tell me about your favorite destination.  (The sort you go to to lose yourself find yourself.) What do you love?  Where do you stay?  What do you read?  I can’t wait to read your responses.

5 responses to “Kate Update: What is Possible and Getting Lost”

  1. Heather

    Kate,

    How are you? I hope everything is ok. Don’t be afraid to publish your drafts; you know we’re a supportive community!

    Last year, my husband and I celebrated our 5-year anniversary in Seattle and the Pacific Northwest. It was our first time to the Pacific and it was amazing. The week was split half city half nature. If you haven’t been I recommend it. We stayed at Hotel 1000, and they upgraded us to an executive suite for our anniversary. The entire trip was a splurge that I’ll never forget!

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  2. Micaela

    Joe and I took a week long Disney World/Disney Cruise vacation minus kids (although we still managed to come home with one… 🙂 It was so much fun. We turned into our younger versions of ourselves. Especially when I saw Cinderella’s Castle. Each time I saw a Disney Princess I felt like giving her a hug, even though I knew it was just some girl in a costume. Each night we went home and planned out what we would have to do in order to see every single attraction and show in each kingdom. We were little kids running from one attraction to the next to get it all in. It was magical! The cruise was wonderful, the kind that can never be topped just done again.

    I hope that you are doing ok.

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  3. Dominique

    It took me 20 years to finally sit down and write what I know. Now I share my CFIDS/FMS story in a raw, honest, transparent way. As a writer, it has been the easiest, and yet, the hardest type of writing. You don’t want to be pitied, and yet you want people to understand what it is like to live the life you unwittingly find yourself living.

    I am glad that you are back at it and I hope you find the inner strength to make the leap and share.

    It really is liberating and I am finding it is helping even people without the illnesses…

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  4. Tami Stackelhouse

    Like Heather, I’d also highly recommend the Pacific Northwest! I live here. =)

    Just a guess, Kate, but perhaps you’re feeling lost in your illness with all the recent focus on it. Then, once you lose focus on who you are, it’s hard to write from somewhere that feels authentic. So good for you for recognizing your need to recover what was lost. {hugs}

    I grew up on the coast and still go to the ocean to find myself. The Overleaf Lodge in Yachats, Oregon is the place my husband & I run away to often. (www.overleaflodge.com) It really is as awesome as it looks on their web site. =) The spa is amazing. The town is still small enough that it’s not “touristy”. And you can sit in your hotel room by the fire an watch the ocean for days and days. =) Depending on your room, you can watch the ocean from your bed, from a window seat or even from a jetted tub. Every room has an amazing ocean view.

    Another place I find myself is looking at the stars. Some people feel smaller when they look at the stars; not me. I feel incredibly special and cherished. It is the same God that sung each one of those stars into being and calls each one of them by name who knows the numbers of hairs on my head and the desires of my heart. That God is Immanuel, “God with us”. He is so powerful to have put all of that out there into motion to have sung it all into being… and yet he is Abba to me. My Papa God, who has said that little me is worth infinitely more to him than all of that…. Boggles my mind and swells my heart. =)

    In the end, you can only do what you can do and that’s all you can do. =) At least, that was my lesson for the last two weeks. I had that come at me from several different directions. A couple of them very unlikely. The absolute *best* was from Jennifer Hofmann at Inspired Home Office (www.inspiredhomeoffice.com) on her blog post “Grape-scented delegation and dropping the ball”. (http://tinyurl.com/ycn9nwq) Kate, if you don’t know Jen yet, you should. You’d love her. =)

    Ok, now I’ll had your blog back to you, since it appears this reply may be longer than your original post….. LOL!

    Much love and prayers continuing your way, even when you don’t say a word.

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  5. Kate Blaylock

    Heather, I am glad you mentioned the Pacific NW. I have been to nearly every state in the Union, but not Washington and Oregon. I will definitely add that trip to my list!

    Caela, I could not agree more. We went to WDW last March and last October and will be going again in June. We do the DVC thing and could not be happier than we are when we are there. I am glad to hear I’m not the only 25 year old with as much excitement about Disney as she had when she was 11.

    Dominique, you are so right. Thank you for stopping by and for your encouraging words. Keep writing!

    Tami, it is always great to hear from you. Lucky you, growing up on the coast. I lived near the beach in Los Angeles until I was nine… I have a feeling it was nothing like your experience. Thank you for mentioning Jennifer Hofmann, I am headed over as soon as I finish this.

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