The first week of October 2009 was spent wondering if my medication was working, and if it is, was I unable or unwilling to be productive; pondering my diminished capacity and wondering if I had settled into a comfortable lazy rut, feeling half frustrated, half paralyzed. I felt trapped inside my house, anxious to be seen white I tended my horribly neglected so-called garden.
But frustration is good; that is where my hope lies. Yesterday I thought of taking up Italian again. I think good things are coming my way.
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Hi Meg,
this post of yours had me thinking a lot. I think that frustration can be very positive if you turn it into something that pushes you forward. Don't worry, I am sure that good things are definitely coming your way!
And if you want to practice your Italian, io sarò lieta di aiutarti!
Doni, after not even feeling frustration for a while but being able to just sit and wait, frustration at myself and being able to do something about it is a welcome change.
Grazie, professoressa. I'll first have to dust off my books and CDs - I really only had one term at university level in Auckland, so it'll be a while before I can say anything worthwhile.
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