It's a rainy sunday morning, and I'm on the couch. Friday morning I made a regrettable decision-instead of bringing my wedge sandals & changing into them at work, I wore them out of the house.
Leaving, I missed the bottom step in the garage and fell into the snowblower that lives in that space. There was no room for two. I hit my head and have a cut and a goose egg.
My shoulder is black and blue.
My elbow looks like road rash.
My wrist, hand and fingers are swolle.
My hip hurts.
My knee, damaged from years of dance, field hockey, lacrosse, track and skiing, swollen and painful.
Worst of all, I broke my leg.
I am bruised, battered and in an incredible amount of pain.
I am completely helpless and vulnerable.
Obviously I am in a funk.
I hate relying on others. I prefer doing for myself.
Of course it had to be my right leg o no driving.
No yoga.
No early morning walks.
No workouts.
I can't even get myself my own coffee or breakfast because I can't balance with the crutches very well.
There is a lesson to be learned from this experience. I will garner some pearls of wisdom. It will force me to slow down, take stock, regroup.
Make lemons from lemonade.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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