So I just read on mindbodygreen that a disease doesn’t usually just pop up like a Jehovah’s Witness on your doorstep some random Saturday morning.
Apparently it takes months or even years of dysfunction for it to build and present itself.
It’s so cray looking back,
I’ve been having vertigo attacks since I was twelve. Was it that sip of mam’as red wine that shocked my brain into a frenzied blury spinning furry?
Was it destiny?
Were all the increasing vertigo attacks and days turning into weeks of being dizzy leading me to this?
To this roller coaster sailing on a sea boat swaying life?
I’m getting emotional just thinking about it
If I had known, would I have lived my life different?
Or is this a push in the right direction,
to take every day, holding tight, grasping for what I have right now
in this moment.
Most times when I have to face my balance on the yoga mat,
it’s more real to me then any other time besides when I’m driving.
I get emotional and usually end up weeping silently, not sad
Maybe, a little
Just remembering and grieving for the old me lost.
Shedding my skin and coming into the new Queen.
Years it took, to get here
and (maybe) years to go.
nothing is permanent.