“Slow down.” “Think big.” This was the advice my therapist gave me as I struggled to make my handwriting legible. It aggravates me to know that I cannot read my own writing.
I have lived with Parkinson’s Disease for twenty years. Before the diagnosis, I had been a writer. I loved the easy way words seemed to flow from my brain to my fingers and on to paper. When Parkinson’s brought my writing days to a halt, I turned my creative talents to an old love: watercolor painting. Now I paint whenever I can. I try to find the luminous color that underlies each day.
Slow down, think big… Good advice for all of us! Slow down and look for rainbows in mud puddles. Think big. Keep your perspective.