Haha, feels like I got hit by a truck this morning. My lungs burn, give me shit this morning. Can feel all the stiffness in my legs, lifted something heavy yesterday, put a little too much strain on them. Arms and fingers are sore, can feel something up by my shoulders. And a headache! Right there in the back of my head, just waiting to spike up. And cold! All the sunshine's gone now and it's dark. Oho this'll be an interesting day!

But a good one. And that's what I empart upon all of you today. Have a good day folks! Make it something nice! Feel that livelyness in your bones and that pupose in your step! Make it fun. Make it strange. Make it a day worth remembering.

Don't strain yourself.

You don't even know the half of it. But right now, there isn't anything that could put me down. My lungs give me shit, but they're getting there. I'll turn things around, slowly, piee by piece.

Quote from: Sandtrap on October 22, 2014, 09:26:34 AM

Quote from: Wonder Korra on October 22, 2014, 09:24:32 AM

Don't strain yourself.

You don't even know the half of it. But right now, there isn't anything that could put me down. My lungs give me shit, but they're getting there. I'll turn things around, slowly, piee by piece.

Just don't push yourself too hard, your lungs need to recover fully before you can kick ass again.

I hauled and assembled a 12 foot tall 10 foot wide garage door yesterday. Hauled three lumber piles of 2x8's around for half the day.

Back in full swing.

What's so good about it?

Haha, and so work arrives on my doorstep! Off I go in a bit. Have a swell day folks!

I'll try to enjoy it, even if I can seldom tell days apart anymore because I don't have any work to do. They kind of all mesh together and a week goes by just like that. 

Before the coma you seem like you had given up all hope which you had good reason tbh, in the same position most would too but now you're better you've made a complete 180. I'm happy for you. Most people would continue to wallow in self pity but your new outlook is sort of inspiring.

How could it not be? How could it not be inspiring, to wake up to this every morning? All this space. The fresh air, and the sky, and the earth. I could go anywhere I want here. Peace of mind and quiet, shaped as I see fit on a home to call my own.

This part of the world is quiet. While it is plain, compared to other parts of the word, and the people can be simple minded, peace is ever present here. The land, although simple, changes moods quickly, capturing different vibes and feelings for every stretch of trees, every field.

The sky changes, alive and vast, and at night, there's stars, on the black roads, so bright you can see the arm of our galaxy. In the winter, on snow covered nights and frozen ice, the sky lights up in green with the northern lights.

What more could I ask for? This is my home. This is my life. All I have to do, is reach out in wonder and curiosity, and make something of it all. And to that, I will. Even in the ugly cold rain today, everything was alive, contrasts of light and dark in the clouds. The dying of leaves on the trees, and yet the remaining stubborn offenders, staying their true colours.

It's beautiful.