Between flare-ups, pain meds, and sheer, utter exhaustion, I stay at home a lot. A L-O-T. And I get so tired of looking at the same things over and over again that I stop seeing them, and instead see my stories about boredom and isolation and doom.
It is hard to be sick. It is boring a lot of the time. It is lonely. But I forget that it’s not like that all the time.
So I love how doing something so simple, like shooting the familiar view outside of my office through a filter, can make the familiar look new.
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