More lessons

What a blessing to be at the halfway house, to be learning from the staff and the clients there.  My vision is still wonky.  I still have epilepsy, though I hope the increased seizure meds mean that I won*t have another seizure.  I have a lot to learn, as well as a lot to give.  Part of what I continue to learn is the receiving piece, something I could ignore when I was reasonably self-sufficient.  Again, I am blessed to be at the halfway house.  Perhaps all of us are only halfway there.

I continue to learn

To receive.

It*s not so easy

With genetic arrogance

Which says

I can do it all

Myself.

I can*t.

Of course I can*t.

I was never in control

Anyway.

Now I have to ask for help

Or spend a lot of time

In squint.

Now I wait for the trainer

To lead me to the next place.

I could travel on the train to Union Station

And back out

To Glen Ellyn,

Hours on public transit to go

A short distance.

Or I could ask for help.

I was never in control,

Anyway.

I watch the guys in the halfway house,

Caught by human foible,

I watch them

Learn to ask for feedback.

I think

They are not in control.

Just like me.