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Perspective

My wonderful friend Nicola is currently trekking around Europe. I am entirely jealous of her because of the experiences she is having and because of the incredible perspective she is gaining; we began talking about this trip of hers about a year ago and it has been a long time in the thinking and planning. Both of us being readers we tend to have book-goggles on and yes, our views of this trip were pretty overly optimistic! Saying that, Nicky has shown us on her blog that sometimes it's best to have the best outlook and go with the flow.

This is the attitude I uphold about pretty much everything. To me, being optimistic is what keeps me going. I fundamentally believe that things will work out okay. It does not mean that I don't get down or negative or sad because you can know things will be okay but also be sad or down. You can morn and appreciate that things are going to get better. Just as you can live in the present and go with the flow and know that even though things may not be going okay at the present moment, like Nicky says, they'll make good stories in a month.

Keeping a grasp on perspective is important to me and even though I lose it every once in a while I believe that it is important to view things as chapters - some things that happen to you feel like the worst thing in the world but they're simply a small part of your enriched life.

Tomorrow I am having a lumbar puncture to hopefully fix my spine. There's a chance it may not improve anything but if it does I will be one of the few people that have had a l.p. as a method of treatment and I feel privileged that I could possibly help people. Although I'm notoriously skeptical of medical stuff I am trying to keep an open mind to how things will go tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe, I will feel a little better.

"Now Peter!" - JM Barrie, Peter and Wendy

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