Staples out. Energy low. Struggling to find a path forward. I want to see people, get out, move around. Yet. Even walking from my room to the elevator seems daunting, tiring. Inertia plays a role, too. Like so many I have my favorite chair.<\/p>\n
This cycle of insult, recovery, seeking a better way. Repeated. Too often. Such that one recovery from my forehead banging fall to a crash in my living room to the most recent incident blend into one another. Recovery interrupted by insult. Little chance to consolidate learning, or even fully rest.<\/p>\n
Yet, as Mary said yesterday, “You always bounce back up.”\u00a0I do. A strong, almost instinctive, feeling. Get back up. Stand on your own two feet.<\/p>\n
I’m learning that this, too, levies its own costs. First, energy. Getting up takes an inner push past a moment when my body counsels, slow down. Rest. Second, option blindness. Getting up and getting on may not be the best response. Third, new learning blocked. A routine reaction may ignore information offered but shunted away.<\/p>\n
I need a respite. A long time with no interesting happenings. May it be so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Staples out. Energy low. Struggling to find a path forward. I want to see people, get out, move around. Yet. Even walking from my room to the elevator seems daunting, tiring. Inertia plays a role, too. Like so many I have my favorite chair. This cycle of insult, recovery, seeking a better way. Repeated. Too … Continue reading After the Fall<\/span>