The last couple of months have been some of the strangest, worst, best, and most interesting of my life, at least as far as Tourette’s has gone. From the horrorshow of No Excuses to the brief triumph of The Worth Of One Minute to the uncharacteristic anger of Dear Weakness…the highs have been high and the lows have been low.
But those peaceful 60 seconds were my favorite part of it all. So much so, in fact, that yesterday I decided to try for 90. Maybe I shouldn’t have tempted the fates, but I do occasionally feel the need to test and make sure that I’m the one steering. That I don’t let circumstances make my choices.
Here’s what happened:
Update: I deleted the video for personal reasons. You can probably guess that I started having tics around 90 seconds.
I tell you now: I’m going to get two minutes before March. I’m adding it to the list of goals. Mental progress often follows the same progression as physical progress:
slow, steady, methodical, endless.
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