Sometimes progress doesn’t feel like progress. Probably because I expect to be at the finish line two steps in. And while that’s obviously an unrealistic expectation (especially when I really think hard on it), it still lingers in my mind. When people reach out to ask how I’m doing, I want to tell them I’m “fully recovered” because that’s where I think I should be In my mind, I should be able to look at lights without getting dizzy, I should be able to hit it hard in my workouts same as I did before, and I should be able to concentrate while I’m talking with a larger group of people. But the reality is, I’m not quite there yet. And that’s okay. I’m not writing this down for sympathy. For me, this is about acceptance. Acceptance that progress isn’t always an upward trajectory. Acceptance that some days will still be hard (and I’m going to feel like I’m missing out on going out until I’m better). Acceptance that things take time. 🤍 Photog: @true_image_photo MUA: @thayaradalfiormua