A brand new year. A time to reflect, set intentions and make resolutions. Some come out of necessity, some the universe, in its infinite wisdom, force upon you even if it has to trap and immobilize you - in a sort of cosmic placing you in a corner for being naughty until you have learned your lesson.
I've been hobbled. Bunion surgery has left me trapped on the couch caught between the sweet, soft exhale of the letting go of responsibility and the slow simmer of water in an unwatched pot of unused energy waiting for healing to occur.
After ruling out that I have sustained any further damage in a fall taken in my push to hasten "getting back to normal" or have a more serious post-op complication of a blood clot, I'm hit with even worse news: I'm just healing slowly and am sentenced to two more weeks (at least) of non-weight bearing, crutches, cold therapy machine existence to be served out on the couch. Everything else is on hold (including my life) and there is not a thing I can do about it. No amount of ranting, crying or begging can will my foot into health again, force the swelling down or decrease the pain. No, the foot, which has caused me such heartache over the last year and half even stealing my one great passion (running) seems bound and determine to keep me hobbled until it is good and ready to release me from my couch prison.
Out of this forced confinement a New Year's resolution is not so much made as thrust upon me: Practice Patience. Only patience will get me through the next few weeks of forced rest, physical therapy, and teaching my body to run again, as patience is not a quality I readily posses, I am not amused.
What I do know is that the universe has a wicked sense of humor, so it scares me to think of what new and special ways it will come up with to each me to be patient if I refuse to listen to it now. At least my new Ipad and a marathon of the British sitcom Absolutely Fabulous makes tuning my couch prison into a place of learning life lessons easier.
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