My eyes are 47 years old and myopic by design. They have endured a variety of corrective strategies including progressively thicker glasses, rigid, gas permeable, soft, and extended wear contact lenses, and eventually, thirteen years ago, 8.5 diopters of LASIK correction. While subject to disconcerting glare and reduced night vision, they are corrected to 20/20 or so, in good light.
Sometimes.
That's the thing. Variable dependability. I'm not sure if it depends on how rested I am, how hydrated, how relaxed.... Some days crisp and clear. Today, blurry. It is the same with reading glasses. Most days I don't need them, but some days...I really, really do.
I was just thinking today it is like that with everything. Some days, my mind, my emotions, my sense of efficacy and even self-actualization, is, well, 20/20. And some days, one, or more, or all of those things, are, well, blurry. And I'm not sure why that is.
I'll be honest: today, blurry.
I guess, what keeps us going is knowing when its blurry--just wait, and it will probably clear up again.
In the meantime, I'll try not to run into anything.
Sometimes.
That's the thing. Variable dependability. I'm not sure if it depends on how rested I am, how hydrated, how relaxed.... Some days crisp and clear. Today, blurry. It is the same with reading glasses. Most days I don't need them, but some days...I really, really do.
I was just thinking today it is like that with everything. Some days, my mind, my emotions, my sense of efficacy and even self-actualization, is, well, 20/20. And some days, one, or more, or all of those things, are, well, blurry. And I'm not sure why that is.
I'll be honest: today, blurry.
I guess, what keeps us going is knowing when its blurry--just wait, and it will probably clear up again.
In the meantime, I'll try not to run into anything.
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