It's all about perspective!

It’s all about perspective or so I’ve heard myself say so many times before, and now is my chance to prove it.

I am on the threshold of a week filled with chemotherapy and all of the dread, anxiety and mr lupus antics that go with it. I already know what lies in store, the sickness, aches, pains, tiredness, lethargy, lack of motivation etc. after all I have been down this road a couple of times before, but is that experience reliable enough to base the out come of my week? Just because I have had similar experiences in the past, does that mean that this experience will be exactly the same?

The truth is I don’t know, it could be, but as there are different factors involved, it is also entirely possible that it could be completely different. This got me thinking (it really doesn’t take much for me to do that these days) about the times in our lives (I know I am not alone on this one) that we have let our past experiences dictate our present and our future. This is in itself an interesting approach as there appears to be no real evidence that we actually learn from our history or past experiences (we only have to look at war to see that point in action) instead I think our lessons come from the present. Think about it many of us can’t remember with true clarity what happened yesterday (we only relate our interpretation of it) which makes it a bit daft to allow ourselves to be governed by something we can’t even remember clearly.

We learn today about what happens today and then by putting those lessons learnt into our toolkit for life, we can take them with us as we move forward. Well that’s the theory anyway, what we actually do is continue to look backwards in our attempts to move forward. (It really is surprising that we move anywhere at all)

So back to the week ahead. What would happen if I changed the emphasis of the week and in turn my focus, would I laugh more, feel less discomfort? Well I’m going to find out because instead of lying around as a sick person this week I’m going to redefine it as a five day pamper me session. I’ve got friends lined up to provide food, nourishment and entertainment and I’m going to press the pause button on thinking too deeply about my situation and mr lupus and enjoy the week as much as I can. Why shouldn’t days lying around on the settee watching TV be pure indulgence? Why shouldn’t I get something positive out of this whole experience?

Thought for the day
Learn your lessons daily; don’t wait until tomorrow your interpretation of events will not be the same as the real thing. And pamper, pamper, pamper you are worth it.