I can't remember ever hitting a wall quit as hard as I did a month ago. Like others of you have mentioned in recent weeks, age seems to be shouting at me "look you've got to do things differently!" I think this time I've gotten the message and so like Suzanne mentioned in one of her blogs it's time to get smart and prioritize.

The most frightening thing about the whole experience was my inability to think, feel or write. That is who I am and the thought of losing that ability threatened my very soul. But, my insistent husband, with the help of my irksome doctor, made me stop -- mostly stop fighting. For once I had to recognize that the whys and hows didn't matter. I didn't have to "understand" what happened. I just had to let go and give up "doing" and just be for awhile. And so I did, kicking and fighting until I gave up.

I didn't like the process. Taking a "time out" should be fun on some level. This was not. I had become so attached to the doing that being seemed foreign and very uncomfortable. I wanted one good night's sleep to be enough. But it was not. It took all those weeks and days, that now seem like they didn't exist, to get back to myself and now is the time to begin again and to put into practice the things I learned through the experience.

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