Life has been throwing us all sorts of curveballs lately.
It feels like almost everything has been an uphill battle, taking up way too much time, effort, and most importantly; energy. That elusive, terribly finite resource that seems to run out before anything substantial at all is ever accomplished. Ever since I was diagnosed with IBD in 2011, my energy stores have dwindled down to sometimes rather pathetic levels…there are days where, I kid you not, the simple act of getting out of bed and getting dressed feels like a proper marathon.
So anyway, I’ve been overwhelmed in general, with all this ‘life’ stuff taking quite a toll on my emotional and mental wellbeing, as well as my desire to create and my overall motivation to do…well, STUFF.
I’ve been finding myself wishing, much more often than I usually do, that I was comfortably back home in Cairo in our now sold home (*stifled sob*), with my faithful, beloved Laila taking care of and intensely mothering me. She is the nanny that helped raise me since birth, and is basically a second mom to me. She is also the best cook on planet earth, and her homemade piles of thin, ultra crispy potato chips continue to haunt my dreams whenever I venture away from her and her impulsive desire to feed me every half an hour….