ðŠI create resources to help people adapt to living with chronic illness so they can thrive.
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Hi there Reader, Can I tell you about a recent dinner at my house? Frozen chicken. Microwave mac and cheese. A bag of frozen broccoli. There was a vegetable on the plate, so it counted. And honestly, that was the whole standard that night. I've been thinking a lot lately about the gap between what pacing is supposed to look like and what it actually looks like when you're living inside a real day. The ideal version sounds reasonable enough â know your limits, stop before you're depleted, rest intentionally. It probably involves a color-coded planner. The real version looks like figuring it out mid-afternoon, mid-task, mid-whatever. It looks like the backup dinner and the one room that got cleaned and the workday you got through by protecting what mattered most. It looks like letting the dog roam the backyard instead of taking a walk, and doing a short game of fetch for treats so she still gets some movement without wiping you out. That's what this week's post is about. Not the optimized version of pacing. The one that actually exists â with the quiet trade-offs, the guilt that shows up even when you made the right call, and the revised standards you've stopped saying out loud because they already feel like an admission of something. Those decisions are pacing. The revised standards are pacing. You don't have to be doing the ideal version for it to count. Read the full post here: Good Enough Is the Goal: What Pacing With Chronic Illness Really Looks Likeâ A reader comment recently inspired me to make some behind-the-scenes updates so my posts are easier to print and save for later. Just press Ctrl+P (or Cmd+P on Mac) on any post â it should be much cleaner now. I'm also looking into other ways to make content more accessible, so if there's something that would help you, I'd love to hear it. Until next time, |
April Smith | The Thriving Spoonie
ðŠI create resources to help people adapt to living with chronic illness so they can thrive.
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