The timing of the writing of this particular post isn't lost on me, as I've been distracted by the looming specter of Imposter Syndrome. Why would anyone want to work with me? I'm just...
I walked the beach this morning, aware of my position between the sun (rising) and moon (setting). If I stretched my arms to my sides, each would have been sitting just above my hands.
I have a couple of small things I'm immensely grateful for, that make my life... not necessarily easier, but they do allow me to manage my life and my chronic pain a little more effectively.