Lately, I have confirmed that I can not cook a big meal without way too much pain. I actually had known this from when I attempted a three person Christmas dinner. Cooking is an art that can not be properly done while the cook is in pain. Drat!
Every time I have a new thing or confront an old thing that I can not do, I grieve. I can now watch myself go through the five stages of grief. I get angry, I bargain with myself and others, I blame persons and things, I deny that anything is wrong, and finally, one more time, I accept.
I am getting faster at recognizing that I am grieving. I just can not always stop the anger, blame, bargaining, denial, and get right to the acceptance.

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