Monday, March 25, 2024

I Miss You, I'm Not Gonna Crack

Inspiration on a lamp post
You would think some time off of work to recover from an injury would be a dream.  Turns out, like all joy, fun is elusive.  The rest of the time, you are in pain and fighting self-defeating thoughts.  Like, will you ever get better?  Why does this part of my body hurt now?  Am I falling apart?  Did I hit my head?  Can I form a thought or am I permanently broken?  
A trip to the local diner was the first social endeavour. Even in a catatonic state, I would probably know how to order fries.  

A trip to the park at the beginning of spring is humbling and automatically puts you in a meditative state. A perfect reminder to calm your arse down and remember what is important, which isn't much. 
Also, in a blink of an eye, these trees will be filled with brilliant green leaves and I will be back to work and life will go on, or it won't. 

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