Trail Of Light.

I’ve been a bit slow off the mark with writing recently and for that I am apologetic. I’ve been out and about on many an adventure and when the opportunity occurs, I’m afraid I just drop everything else. That’s probably something I’ve been doing a lot more since the start off this year and I’m not so sure it is such a bad thing. Importantly, it is about jumping headfirst into life for the right reasons; doing it not out of fear, but out of a wish to savour the present. I will admit that initially, it may have been fear-driven – I had just been diagnosed and I had done enough sitting around in waiting rooms only focusing on pain and the churning feeling that things may never be the same again. Actually, thinking about it, I was right about one thing and that was that things would never be the same again. Is that such a bad thing? Well, I won’t pretend there were no cycles of loss and mourning for what I had lost (which was mostly certainty to be honest) and what I was preparing myself

Though it may not seem like it to those who know me, I've officially been forced to slow down. Nothing major, but I've basically had a cold for 5 weeks, which isn't exactly normal but I suppose to be expected if you're taking immunosuppressants. It's a double-edged sword really. You have to take them to prevent your immune system from attacking all the healthy bits but in turn, your immune system has been muffled so you catch everything and take a lot longer to recover. I swear I'm not complaining, I'm so glad it's a bunged up nose and chest and not anything more severe. I literally called to suspend my gym membership before I got typing (you don't know how much that pains me, it's where I find my calm) just so I'm not tempted to head back to the gym before I have fully recovered. To be fair, I have only really just taken some action to slow down, begrudgingly and have been dashing around and about for the last three weeks, not really sitting