I’m trying a new trick. My goal is to not touch anything. Fellow MSers will know what I mean, but for the rest of you firmly planted sorts, it works like this. The game is to stand up from the couch without using your arms, walk through the house without touching the walls, or put your pants on without helping to lift your leg. Sound simple? It’s not!
Today as I was contemplating arising from the toilet without pushing off using the counter (sorry if TMI), I was thinking about things I wanted to do today, and fondly remembered those days of leaping up and just getting crackin’ ~ from the couch, out of the car, out of bed and on with the day!
I’m not going to sugar it up. I miss those days. I mourn my ever changing and challenging inability to just do shit when I want! This thought eventually meandered into a recording studio analogy (no surprise for those who know me) and I realized all that has really happened is that I’ve switched sides of the glass.
For the first 50 years of my life I was in the main tracking room in front of the mic, belting it out for all to hear. Dancing, swaying, singing, performing, entertaining. Now, I’m on the other side ~ in front of the console and living, finessing and capturing life from the chair. And, as much as I’ve always admired the performers, I know how much magic happens on the other side of the glass in the control room.
This is where the sparkle, the nuance, the punch, the subtlety and the humor is added. It’s the finishing touches on a masterful performance. It’s a caress and a slap. It’s a laugh and a cry. It’s the icing and the cherry. It’s the pièce de résistance.
Now don’t get the idea that I’m giving up on living here or anything. I’m just learning to hone the craft of living from another perspective. The mental change over is helping to ease the sometimes foot stamping, hair pulling, tantrum inducing effects of this goofy MS. Plus this way, I still get to hang out with the band.