I'm not quite sure why I assumed that once I received my disability and was finally able to be self sufficient again, that.... You know what? No, that's not what's plaguing me right now. Realizing that my window of 100% is (if experts are to be heeded) figuratively closing more and more daily, I'm haunted. I know that no one (not even me) knows what I am capable of, but if that is going off majorities rule, it is something to keep in mind. Now that being said, I'm terrified.
Fear is not something that's going to slow my efforts but is something that can eat away at you if not channeled correctly.
As a matter of fact, I have been feeling the urge to spend some creative energy but couldn't (and this is new for me), couldn't wrap my head around a medium that didn't give me severe anxiety; as crazy as that sounds. But Claire has just surprised me with a charcoal sketchbook set... Perfect timing and a testament to how amazing my support system is now. Hopefully if I taker the time to sketch a bit, I'll be able to sleep tomorrow.
Progress has slowed considerably...