I fully intended to blog today about editing All The Games. For something that was a struggle to write, I am loving every single moment of the editing process.
My first two novels were the opposite—particularly All The Darkness with the subject matter—the writing was easy, but the editing whooped me.
I feel more creative during edits and rewrites. The bones are down and I can play more. Embellish or take away.
Anyway, yesterday I met some of my beautiful endo sisters for lunch and a chinwag. It got me thinking, through probably what has been the hardest thing to wade through and accept—my endometriosis—along came these three (and other wonderful women I've met through endo too). I can never fully 'hate' my health, because without it failing and dicking me around, I wouldn't have met the great people I have.
It also reiterates to me that there is always, always, always a positive from a negative.
Sure, sometimes I do hate having endo. The pain, the pressures, the attitudes. But after going through that inevitable grieving phase, you can't unpack and live in that. You just can't. You owe it to yourself and those around you.
I had extremely bad days friday and into a little of saturday, not going to lie—and guess what? I then got up on Sunday morning and got ready to go meet my girls.
Probably not. Here's why:
1. Invisible illness/disease
2. I choose to not be defined by my endo. I'll talk about it until the cows come home, you can count on that but this has nothing to do with sympathy and everything to do with awareness.
Every day is a new shot.
Find endo girls who get it and you.