Ok, I only made 28 post-its. All things considered, I think I did pretty ok. Sure, it was no 100 posts in 100 days challenge, but it was still an undertaking.
I mean, have you ever tried hand lettering post-it notes? It’s not a challenge for the faint of heart.
And then there is the whole being positive every day bit. Want some real-talk? I still cried myself to sleep a few nights because of the CRPS pain. I am not a freaking ray of sunshine. Every day is not filled with daisies and puppies. I am wrapping my head around the fact that four nerve blocks lasted a whole 6 weeks once we stopped doing them. I wore real jeans exactly 8 times. Today was the last time that will have happened until I can figure out some new plan of attack.
But these notes. Every day there was a note to write. Some were light hearted. Others were direct notes to myself or good friends who I knew needed a pick me up. No matter how bad the pain was, how shaky or stiff my hands were or just how much different the finished note looked than how I had envisioned, I had a note to make. I had something that needed to be created for the sake of being created.
I had come full circle to the notes I would leave for myself when I was first diagnosed. The post-its that littered my bathroom mirror and computer screen at work turned them selves first into a poster series, then a blog, and then, strangely, back into post-it notes I wrote to remind myself to do things like smile. To not stress over the little things. To remember that I was more than a diagnosis.
Maybe I just needed a reminder, like we all do every once in a while, that its ok to have to fight for your ray of sunshine.
Thanks for playing along.