When I am forced to sit (or lie) still for an extended time for physical recovery, I often turn to simple creativity. It both gives me a sense of accomplishment, but also a that little rush that comes from making art in some fashion. Sometimes, on “spoonie recovery days,” I write.
I suppose at “level 46,” with the amount of poetry I have written I could call myself a poet, though I have never claimed the title. But sometimes my thoughts gather themselves into rhythm and rhyme and I have to put them on paper (or screen). Today, my mind ran in the form of the haiku. I went with it.
Sometimes you have to just go with it. 😉