Introducing: The Desha Show

This post was lost in the haze of my fibro fog. I was supposed to post it weeks ago, but as with most other things during the last two weeks or so, it just didn’t happened. In any event, here it is, and as I often say, better late than never. 

Recently, I took an e-class, “Blogging Your Way.”  I took the class because I have managed to convince myself that I am not creative.  I was desperately hoping to find my creativity as if it were a pair of lost shoes, but I digress.  During the class, I saw some amazingly talented people and some whose creative juices were already filled to the brim and one drop away from flowering. One of those people was Desha Peacock. It turns out that the e-class was the nudge that she needed to stop imagining and start living her dreams. Thus, “The Desha Show” was born. In Desha’s own words, “the Desha Show is about beauty and inspiration, both inside and out.”


After watching the first episode, I was impressed.  Ordinarily, I am not big on beauty anything, so at first, I did not know what to expect. What I found was a TV show filled with creativity and inspiration; as well as a host who is engaging, authentic, likable and at home  in front of the camera. I look forward to her next episode. See for yourself. Introducing, The Desha Show, Episode 1. I trust that you’ll enjoy it too.

Note to Self: One can find and appreciate creativity any where.  It has no boundaries and is not limited to those things that we like or dislike. In fact, that is the beauty of creativity, it blooms every where.  

Blessings, lydia
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Acceptance

When will I learn that I can’t ignore it. It is always at the ready, prepared to take the upper hand,  to barge in, and interfere with my life. It has no regard for what I am doing, whether I’m having the best day in a long while, none of that matters. No, it will have its way no matter what, and I can only watch and wait until it takes its hold. This intruder is that symptom of fibromyalgia–fibro fog. 

For the past couple of weeks, I have been engulfed in “fibro fog.” Fibro fog can best be described as a variety of cognitive impairments. At least in my case, fibro fog always exists, but lurks in the background.  Then there are times, such as these, when it makes its presence known in a big way. During these times, I have difficulty finding the right words to express myself, I lose things, I forget what I am saying in the middle of a conversation, I cannot remember where I put something that I had even five minutes before (I have literally hidden Xmas gifts, forgotten that I even hid them until months later, when I happen upon the gift.) I forget how to spell words that otherwise are a breeze for me, I see one word and read it as another similar word (e.g., “town” becomes “torn”), I easily forget what I am doing, like last week when I flooded the bathroom because I forgot that I started a bath, and I could go on. Suffice it to say that these periods cause frustration, stress and more.  Things that I love doing, like this blog, take a back seat to fighting the latest onslaught.

As always, this too shall pass, and the fibro fog will retreat to the background, to its place as a mere annoyance. Until then, I have the perfect opportunity to practice patience, which is a virtue that I do not possess in abundance. I’ve have learned one thing from this though. I keep trying to avoid discussions of fibromyalgia on this blog because I think, “this is a blog about me and my journey and not fibromyalgia.” Well, news flash!  Fibromyalgia IS a part of my journey and denying it only delays  acceptance of that fact. It is time that I accept it.  For now, at least, fibromyalgia, and all its symptoms and the madness it causes are very real and a part of me. Yes, whether I want it or not, it has a place here.

If you want to learn more about fibromyalgia go here.

Blessings, love and peace, lydia