I had an amazing day yesterday which I will share as soon as I have a little time to process it. I did something I haven’t done in five years, the first time since my vision loss and without my mom who was often with me in thSee endeavors when she was alive. It was a huge obstacle for me going into it but now it has been overcome.
As monumental as the events of the day were, last night I experienced something even more invigorating. There is NOTHING more empowering than, after countless attempts, plucking a stubborn chin hair by feel. I was exhausted from the afternoon but from the seconds I felt that infuriating whisker slide out of its follicle, the adrenaline that coursed through me could have sent me to the top of Everest.
Living a life with compromised vision has been the greatest daily challenge of my life to date. But the real fight has begun: postmenopause, sneaking up on me with its beard.
Bring it on; you’re messing with the wrong guy. Er, I mean girl.