Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A Happy Place

Linking up with Storytellers over at A Picture Book Life.

What I love about right now.  The afternoon sun streams through the glass door and falls perfectly onto my chair making this spot right here, sunshiny and warm.  Roscoe is happily sleeping the afternoon away in a shaft of sunlight and my mom is here visiting, and today we get to celebrate her birthday.

My little foot has looked like a stranger to me these last few days.  My toes swollen to sausage like proportions and the skin stretched to contain all of the swelling.  I was worried that I had fractured my ankle but the x-rays only show a doozy of a sprain which provides me with a huge measure of relief.  It's hard for me to stay still and have others help me.  Chris has been out of town so Aidan has dragged countless loads of laundry up and down the stairs for me.  He and Chloe were so helpful while waiting for reinforcements (Grammy) to come--doing dishes, putting things away and cooking frozen pizzas.  Sweet friends have brought me dinner and done my grocery shopping.

But I might not have hurt my ankle if I hadn't been so reckless.  Sure the goalie looked a little too satisfied when we collided and I hopped of the field on one leg.  She was no doubt glad to be rid of my pesky presence buzzing around the goalie box.   But I was recklessly charging in, racing her to the ball.  I wonder how often in life I recklessly charge into things without weighing out all the consequences.  Only thinking of the excitement of an idea or an adventure.  Sometimes verbally with thoughts or words that might be better left unsaid.  Sometimes emotionally or physically.  I was thinking all of this while laying on the couch with my leg propped up and unable to cross the room for a drink of water.  Maybe there's times to sprint, and times to jog.  Pancho told me I needed to pace myself in soccer.  He didn't want me to get hurt by charging when I should be "dancing".  And I wonder if that applies to me more than just in soccer.  So now as I hobble around in my air cast, forced to take some time to stroll, I'm going to contemplate taking it easy, and I will be so grateful when I can run fast again.

 And maybe then I will not take everything at a dead sprint...and then again, maybe not.

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  1. Well, if nothing else, your nasty sprain has given you time to contemplate it all. Not fun, but still a bit of positive in it al! I hope you have a speedy recovery and i like your writing.

  2. Oh my sweet friend, I'm so sorry for your pain! I know what it feels like to be forced to slow down--how hard it is! I love what your coach said to you about "dancing" instead of "charging." I need to take that advice too--it actually sounds like a much more pleasant life, to dance instead of charge!