So, the thing about being injured is that I find myself totally living in the moment. You know how everyone always says we should "live in the moment" ? Well, I am. I am living each and every moment. Time is moving very slowly for me. It has to be because I need to think carefully about everything I'm doing - tying my shoes, getting a cup of tea, typing - remembering and working within the limitations I have right now requires lots of thought and, I believe, this slows the passage of time for me. It's not necessarily a bad thing, and there's nothing I can do about it. If I had to guess where I was time-wise right now I'd say mid autumn. It feels like October to me.
I've been reading Zen Habits and this post really resonated with me. I am guilty of that kind of envious business and it's bad. Comparison is the thief of joy. And, aside from daily worries which I can do NOTHING about and should let go of, I should take this opportunity, being present in the moment as I AM, to appreciate what's going on around me. My great job, my wonderful boys, my little house, the cold weather that I love.
I think it's probably miraculous that I have the use of my hand, that K and I were not critically injured.
Time and work will heal me further and I'm guessing by this time next year I will have improved even more dramatically.
That's where my head is at.