It’s been a heck of a journey.
These past few months have been a slow-motion whirlwind. A lot happened in a short period of time, but it seemed to happen at a snail’s pace. I don’t know how else to describe it. I did try to summarize it in a post that will appear on a website (one that we both know quite well, wink wink) later this month. But for now, I am happy to report I am, for the most part, back in business.
I moved out of my parents’ place and back into my own sweet, gross little apartment. I am driving again, and getting my own groceries and cooking my own food. As nice (and necessary) as the break was, I am so thrilled to be back doing my own thing. I missed my knives. And my kitchen. And my bed. Also, my knives because they’re likely the most glamorous thing I own. Not likely. They totally are. I will marry them one day.
I’ll be back to work in September, but in a much more flexible capacity, which will allow me to take time to be kind to myself, give me more time to write (!!!), and collect strange quotes from a bunch of kiddos I don’t know, all of which I am extremely happy about.
Good and beautiful things have come out of this tough stage, and I’m still recovering slowly. I’m getting weekly physical therapy treatments and plenty of exercise. I’m eating well. I’m reading a lot. I’m finally approaching a healthy place, physically and otherwise. I’m thankful for all of your prayers and support (especially from those of you I don’t know in “real life”). I’ve felt and seen the power of prayer in some pretty big ways. Thank you.
Regaining independence has been an adjustment. I hope that one day I’ll stop automatically trying to get in the passenger side door of my own car. Especially when I’m alone and therefore the operator of the vehicle. I’m also hoping I’ll remember how to make hard-boiled eggs without calling my mother. One day.