Wednesday, February 10, 2010
What a Headache
My chronic migraines have been increasing again, primarily because of the winter weather, so after spending about four days in migraine I have become a bit discouraged from the time it robs me of as I lay recuperating. It makes me feel like a flaneur: one who strolls about aimlessly, a lounger and I'm getting tired of playing catch up from all the unproductive time when typically I am such a travailleur: one who works dilligently.
I'm regularly occupied as a part-time administrator for a literacy organization and am also a website developer - an entrepreneur: one who organizes and manages an enterprise. Some even consider me a connoisseur: a skillful or knowing person. Yet, I am oft times simply a douceur: one who lends the gift of service for projects at various times in the role of conference planner, designer, desktop publisher, Bible Study teacher and literacy volunteer tutor. But, I have had to diminish the quantity of time I can spend doing these things due to the fact that I am a migraineur.
My passion, howeveur (LOL), is what I fear I am missing the most. I am a litteratuer: one who occupies herself with literature. I don't want to forever be considered an amateur: persuing an art non-professionally, as I am quite serious about my goal to become a raconteur: a storyteller. I am a writeur, you see, as well as a migraineur. And the two are not at all compatible.
What gets in the way of your writing?