The problem with being a photographer with only one working arm is this …
If, and when, I use my camera, I pay for it dearly with elevated pain levels for several days. I didn't take many photos at The Grove, but apparently my bum arm disagrees and is sending me strong signals I overdid things.
My arm and my pain won't stop me from my photography – I've fought long and hard to be able to shoot photos even on an occasional basis. It's a joy I'm not prepared to give up again.
On the other hand, when I'm lost in a pain funk it's hard to write anything you'd want to read. (Although I do have a very funny OC story to tell you about – hopefully tomorrow!)
Instead today, why I wallow in breathtaking pain and the mental fog created by my pain meds, I thought I'd do something different.
I'm going to share something very near and dear to my heart. It takes about three and a half minutes to watch and if you don't have time right now, I'll hope you'll bookmark this post and come back and watch it later.
I made this for me, but I want to share it with you.
I made it, because there are times when the pain I live with is overwhelming.
I made it, because there are days when I begin to have a Pity Party. When I start thinking about the things I lost as a result of the car accident this reminds me of three things I love intensely … the beach, photography, and music.
Watching this reminds me how lucky I am.
Watching this reminds me how far I've come.
Watching this relaxes me and allows me to breathe through the pain.
Watching this takes me away from the tears to a much happier place.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
© Twenty Four At Heart