To The Creatives Of The World

Your work matters too.

Having a chronic illness makes me so, so thankful for people who are different than I am. I appreciate the people who can handle blood and unhinged joints, and those who have brains that work for chemistry and biology. I’m not wired like that; I enjoy using my hands to write and create stories. I like painting metaphorical pictures for people, and I love resurfacing feelings from my heart and putting them on paper for others to read and relate to.

Something that really kept my spirits up when I first got sick with POTS was watching The Food Network and reruns of The Office. Laughter is often some of the best medicine, and despite not being able to do very much physically, I was able to laugh and dream. I learned as much as I could about food and health, and I lived each moment in the present as the room spun in circles around me.

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Every chapter of my life has included a soundtrack. I hear an old favorite song and it takes me back to a memory. I often do my best writing while I am listening to music, and will play a song on repeat until I have spilled old feelings on the pages in front of me. Despite not having the same ones anymore, I have a perfect memory for feelings. I know them all so well and even though I can’t remember dates, numbers, or physical details, I always remember how my heart felt about something. The best part about my writing is that it strikes a chord with people. With each blog post I get messages about how someone could relate to my own thoughts and feelings, and I take a lot of joy in knowing I can make others feel less alone by sharing my life with them.

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There are a lot of people in the world who get credit for their practical work, but I think creative people sometimes get left out of the thankfulness. I’ve written posts about how great I think people like doctors, physical therapists, nurses, and researchers are — without them I would be a complete wreck — but I’ve conveniently left out the people I understand most. The artists, the writers, the actors, and the comedians who all make life just that much brighter and more beautiful. The world is a really cool place because we have such a vast mix of humans who care about all of the other kinds of people. Without the left brains we wouldn’t be able to fix painful everyday problems, and without the right brains we wouldn’t have all the entertainment options we do. Both types of people bring more joy to the world, and we are all are a piece of the puzzle that makes for a happier society as a whole. No matter what your talent is, use it to make the world a better place.

Today’s lesson: Just because you can’t cure sicknesses or fix things doesn’t mean you aren’t important to the world. Laughter and bringing joy through the form of creativity and entertainment is a very important job. Keep practicing what you do best and giving back to the world with your own unique talents.

I Laugh Too Much.

Do you ever laugh so hard you start to cry?

This seems to happen to me a lot. I have absolutely no chill, and when something funny happens I have a hard time collecting myself.

I honestly don’t know if this story is worth a blog post, but I hadn’t laughed this hard in such a long time that I felt like I needed to tell the story.

My date and I decided to play some N64 together last weekend (Sidenote: I can beat any of y’all in Super Smash Brothers. Possibly in Mario Kart as well), so we hopped on the elevator and pushed the button to go to the 13th floor. Another man dressed in some kind of funky costume hurried onto the elevator after us.

He pressed a button as I asked him about his costume, and quickly began to get visibly flustered as the elevator ascended. He frantically pushed another button, and apologized for making us stop twice. He continued to talk about his costume and pressed a third button. Then a forth.

At this point I just lost it.

This guy wasn’t drunk; he was just somehow very confused or terrible at multitasking. It reminded me of the scene in Elf where Buddy pushes all of the elevator buttons because they “look like a Christmas tree.”

We were all able to laugh about it, and my date helped the man figure out how to get to the lobby of the building where he was trying to meet up with his friends.

Today’s lesson: Krista has absolutely no chill when it comes to others embarrassing themselves.

Is it embarrassing to laugh that hard in front of a date? How do you learn to keep your cool in funny situations like that? This might be the only time I will ever say, “I. Just. Can’t.”