So it seems as I age my injuries do not have as exciting a story. I tore a muscle while making the bed. It certainly does not make the headlines. However, in learning to not take anything for granted, I had to wonder why now. No big revelation, but I do realize while I am sitting here on my tushie that I can perhaps start revamping my resume, look at some studies I have procrastinated finishing and work on my blog.
With the holidays I have been sorely distracted and procrastination seems to rule as of late. Between Frank's brother passing away and the holidays, we have barely had time to breathe and process this death. More for Frank than myself as I was not near as close as Frank was. But still to serve my husband well, I need to give him space to mourn and that usually requires me to have space, too. Sooo in this affliction, apparently we are getting the forced time to breathe. My Christmas decorations will have to wait....oh darn, (not really, I always get depressed when I have to take down the decorations) and my workout won't be as robust, BUT I will have that time to reflect, to mourn the past year, celebrate the past year and prepare for this new year. A year of surprises, I think! That is the word that comes to mind when I think of 2024.....SURPRISES!
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