It's been almost exactly a week from my accident (730 am will make it complete). The pain has yet to really subside, it's just I'm tolerating it more. I'm learning to live on one leg.
It's limiting.
Last night was the open house at school. I was exhausted walking to the little Man's classroom and back out to my waiting car. I've learned that spinach, berries and tofu (which are my dietary staples) gross out the big man.
My calendar has emptied due to my injury.
I usually teach Around the Curves yoga on Fridays. According to my orthopedist it will be at least October before I will be up there on my mat. I'm frustrated because my life has seemingly taken a big hit and I've added extra burdens to my husband.
I can't do much around the house right now, I'm trying but it is what it is. It falls to my husband. I never thought I'd say I miss cleaning.
I miss my morning and evening routines.
I miss my "old" life.
It's only been a week, but I'm full of nostalgia. I also miss the glamorization of a lot of things, when I didn't realize the enormity of reality.
Sometimes wishes come true, and then you realize it's not what you truly wanted. Then there are others that you wouldn't realize were even a possibility.
Then you have that space in between.
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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