I volunteer at a rehab centre. It's something that I wanted to do before dad was placed in palliative care, and it's something that I started doing shortly after dad was placed in palliative care. Funnily enough, a volunteer spot opened up for me in their acquired brain injury unit. It's more evidence in favour of the feeling that things happen for a reason. I thought it would be difficult - to volunteer there with dad fresh in mind - but it's not. If anything, I enjoy it more. My supervisor told me that he's so impressed with how I'm holding it together. I said that I have bad days and good days. He said, "Then I guess I only see you on the good days." There are a lot of things that I don't understand and a lot of things that I have difficulty accepting, but I must say, dad sure found a way to give me direction. He brought me a little clarity about what I want to do in life.
That being said, today was a good day. It was one of those days where I walked to a wonderful coffee shop on my lunch (Manic), had a mind-blowing mocha, and jauntily made my way back to work (admittedly, I would have loved to have brought work outside). Sunglasses on, drink in hand, scarf thrown off and jacket unzipped, I had trouble finding music to listen to on my iPod. Nothing was cheerful enough to capture the spirit of the day. For once, it was enough to listen to Toronto and enjoy these little moments that make you think, "Things will be okay." Even if it is only for that little moment that you're in the sun.
The support group ended up being cancelled due to a lack of response, so instead, I went to my other support group: spin class with Alyssa.
Yeah, today was a good day.
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