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| Even planting a simple pot of flowers is epic with Lupus |
One night, Gary told me about some nuns
who grow spirulina for the hungry. I looked up how you do it. Um, no.
Not a good plan. A bit too technical for me. Still, I would very much
like to do something completely epic like that in my lifetime. As I
posted on Facebook this morning, I have all this time since I have to
be home with Lupus anyway. Surely there must be something epic I can
do that's up my alley.
Why yes. Yes there is. I can live my
life the best way I can. Does that sound defeatist? It's not at all.
You see, after I made that Facebook post, I decided to get to work on
my garden, in hopes of growing food for the hungry. But before that,
I thought I'd warm up by writing the great American novel, self help
book or at least jot down a bunch of crap that's been in my head for
a while.
About two pages into my epic book, I
was done. My thoughts were hopping around like bunny rabbits. I
couldn't seem to stay in the same “person” and as much as the
subject matter appealed to me, the focus just wasn't there. So, I
decided to get going on that epic garden.
After about a half hour of weeding, I
started seeing spots in front of my eyes. I had to sit down, inside,
in the shade to gather myself. That was when it hit me. With Lupus,
epic is a relevant term. Just growing my own garden with Lupus is
epic. Writing this little blog with Lupus is epic. In fact, just
about everything I accomplish with Lupus is a triumphant victory.
I am simply drowning in epic on a daily
basis and I didn't even know it. So thanks, Lupus, for showing me how
epic my life already is. I don't have to break any records other than
my own or do anything spectacular at all. This battle I'm fighting is
epic enough, thank-you very much. Now, where did I put that remote?
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