I write this after two long weeks of Covid, plus a few extra days. I’ve had plenty of doctor appointments crammed in, and I’ve many more coming over the next few days. In all reality, the last three weeks have been rough. I should be bitter, but I’m not.
Yesterday, I turned 30. I’m rid of the pesky decade of 20s, and I’m on to better things. It’s a privilege really, that is, to gain another year of life. I’m learning to embrace that there are worse things than the physical signs of aging. A wrinkle here. A gray hair there. They are just representations of my ability to fight and thrive in less than opportune conditions. My body attacks me daily with all my autoimmune issues, but I fight back. Let the gray hair and wrinkles come. It’s proof I’m still alive and thriving.
I ramble on. Writing, or fiction writing at least, hasn’t been easy lately. I’ve been enjoying reading, watching tv, crocheting, and playing cozy games when my migraines allow. Today is one of the bad days. My vertigo is all consuming in the most annoying of ways, but the sun shines in through the window to remind me of all I’m lucky to have.
I will say I’m proud to have taken the recommendation to get in on Booksatrillion. You pay a single fee and get unlimited access to so many books. Check it out if you haven’t.
I’m currently reading the Dragonheart legacy series by Nora Roberts. As usual, she entrances me with her seamless world building skills. I can’t wait to share a review with you all.
Well, I’m running out of steam.
Hoping you are all well,
Jenna