Getting dressed for an early doctor’s appointment this morning, it reminded me of all the days I had to get up and get dressed for work. For most of my career I either wore a uniform or at least had to present myself in a professional way mostly business casual. But over the last several years I’ve gotten away with wearing sweats, t-shirts, or cargo shorts. Besides most of my business wear has long outgrown me. (I’ve lost 130 lbs.)
It's now been a thunderstorm and a doctor’s appointment since I wrote that first paragraph. And so I’m back home changed into my normal attire of a t-shirt, shorts, and white ankle socks. The doctor’s appointment was all good, blood pressure is good, A1C is good, and my feet aren’t swollen. Now looking out of my office window the hedges long the fence have the loveliest white blooms. I for one am feeling pretty good considering the added hardware. In the past I wouldn’t have taken the time to notice much. My mind would be so preoccupied with everything I needed to do.
Between my job, taking care of my wife and family, and setting up a new business and finishing school. All while suffering with chronic depression and panic disorder which was all swept under the rug. Then came the heart attack which I ignored for nearly a week before I started drowning in my own fluid. That first ambulance ride like the several afterwards were very uncomfortable for the cost. So the last seven of the past ten years has mostly been me hopefully doing better, while at the same time fading slowly. So now I got a fire alarm, a defibrillator that’s wired to my heart, ready at its beckon call to shock me back into existence. So while business attire has long outgrown me, I live for the purpose of living. No longer valued just for the things I could do. But for the enrichment and joy I can give to myself and pass along to the people around me.
It's now been a thunderstorm and a doctor’s appointment since I wrote that first paragraph. And so I’m back home changed into my normal attire of a t-shirt, shorts, and white ankle socks. The doctor’s appointment was all good, blood pressure is good, A1C is good, and my feet aren’t swollen. Now looking out of my office window the hedges long the fence have the loveliest white blooms. I for one am feeling pretty good considering the added hardware. In the past I wouldn’t have taken the time to notice much. My mind would be so preoccupied with everything I needed to do.
Between my job, taking care of my wife and family, and setting up a new business and finishing school. All while suffering with chronic depression and panic disorder which was all swept under the rug. Then came the heart attack which I ignored for nearly a week before I started drowning in my own fluid. That first ambulance ride like the several afterwards were very uncomfortable for the cost. So the last seven of the past ten years has mostly been me hopefully doing better, while at the same time fading slowly. So now I got a fire alarm, a defibrillator that’s wired to my heart, ready at its beckon call to shock me back into existence. So while business attire has long outgrown me, I live for the purpose of living. No longer valued just for the things I could do. But for the enrichment and joy I can give to myself and pass along to the people around me.
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