In the late 1960's, two very curious gentlemen, one named thomas Holmes and the other named Richard Rahe, developed something called the Life Stress Test. Their general theory was that certain types of life events cause stress, good and bad, and that the accumulation of these stressors put one at risk for illness. They assigned risk scores to 43 different event types, marriage, death, job change, illness, change in residence, change (good or bad) in financial condition... You get my drift.
A score of 150 or lower offered only the slightest risk of illness, while a score of 300 was pretty much a guarantee that something was going to come along and get you any second. My score was almost 400. Since my last post - which, if i recall was shortly after my spectacular falls from my horse - I've spent far too much time with my lovely doctors. I've made the acquaintance of several very nice surgeons and benefitted from their fine handiwork. In fact, next week I'm to meet another who will be fixing my poor knee (badly torn meniscus from a rather harrowing fall... don't ask.)
My sister asks me why am I having so much trouble with my normally stellar health and I assure her in the strongest terms that I am NOT falling apart, I am just trading in a few old parts for new ones so that the last half century of my life can be as active as the first half century. She just shakes her head at me.
All this is to say that once one's life gets off the normal track, it's hard to get back into that lovely routine one had before all the drama. You know, the routine that included blogging and crafting. I've thought a lot about my blog, unwilling to give it up, unable to engage and get back to posting. I've watched many of my own favorite bloggers fall by the wayside and abandon their blogs; forlorn empty places where such inspiration and happiness once captured my own attention. At the same time I've noticed there are still those steadfast bloggers that continue on, and I've wondered about the quality of what they write and why they were different.
They shared their lives unselfishly. The ugly stuff too. They didn't focus exclusively on crafts or decorating and therefore didn't seem to feel compelled to reveal some incredible accomplishment in each post (exhausting). The best of them didn't monetize their blog or use gimmicks to drive readers to their site, nope, they just shared their lives. Humble, simple, rich lives, family and friends, cooking, knitting, flea markets, fashion, decor, homes and gardens... and through their story telling my own life was made better and I felt grounded to something real and special.
I want to be that kind of blogger. I want to write the story of my humble life and look back and remember the beauty of that simplicity. Forgive my absence Dear Ones.
Today I am at 40,000 ft in a big jet flying on business to Denver for the week. Next week I'll be in surgery again, then in a big cast and crutches for several weeks. This should be hilarious. I will likely invent new curse words and I doubt I will be a good patient. I am certain that I will attempt to ride my horses before the doc says I can.
Mostly, I hope I am done with replacing broken parts for a while. The good news is that Mr. Wonderful is a REALY good nurse, and I get a lot of kitty pity when I'm feeling puny. Nothing like having 3 giant Maine Coon cats on top of you when you're recuperating from some mishap. Prrrrrr.....
Blue Sky and Blessings, Eileen
