I took a walk today in Menotomy Rocks Park. Without my cane (carrying but not using it, that is). Without a therapist hovering at my elbow. On grass!
All for the first time in more than a year.
It was barely five minutes, and probably not 50m. But I was smiling when I got back in the car.
I've been having a pretty crazy year. And it's not over yet. But there's some cause --- just a little --- to hope the faint flickering I occasionally see down the tunnel isn't a hallucination. And I felt real joy today!
I have a lot I want to say. A lot I've wanted to say in the past however many months. And just haven't been able to find the energy or the words or most of all the motivation.
To anyone reading this, I'd like to say thank you. And to say how very sorry I am that I have been failing to hold up my end of my friendships these past few months.
Not that I expect to my former normal any time soon. I need to rethink how I do social media altogether. But if anyone has missed my comments on your life, I want you to know that i miss learning and thinking about your life as well.
I'm aware that this is pretty disjointed. But I'm operating
right now --- and I suspect for quite a while into the future ---
on the theory that posting at all is more important
than posting well-crafted prose. More important right
now than posting coherent
proce prose. But not more
important than posting correctly spelled prose!