What I wanted to say
Last Saturday, I had a moment.
It wasn't a great moment. It was a sit-in-your-bed-and-cry-because-you're-feeling-really-sorry-for-yourself kind of moment.
I've gone to the doctor's office twice, to the drive-thru bank and to the nail polish store. Four trips in five weeks. That's it.
I was starting to feel a) a little stir crazy, and b) frustrated by what I am still not able to do because of this foot issue.
So I wrote out this long post. It was reaaaaallly whiny but framed in such a way that made it seem like I was being an adult and responsible for all of my feelings. I was so not being responsible.
It even included talking about myself in the third person.
And I think most of us can agree, that is never a good sign.
Then on Sunday, I read a book. Tuesdays with Morrie. I'd never read it before. I always thought it was sort of an ABC Afterschool Special kind of story. I read it because Aidan had read it the day before on a recommendation from one of her teachers and she said it really touched her.
And yep, it touched me too. More importantly, it snapped me out of acting like a big baby and realizing that if my foot never improved one iota, and this was how it was going to be for the rest of my days, at least I had days.
I had days.
So this morning, when I went to the garage to see if today was the day I might drive around the block, just to test out my sea legs, so to speak, and found the car battery was as dead as dead could be. Well, I just smiled.
Sure, I said, "Mother f#@$er!" first. But then took a deep breath.
I have days.
The Designer Digitals 3rd Quarter sale begins today. Save 30% storewide. I have lots of new digital goodies in the store, including stuff for Halloween. In my book, it's never too early for Halloween.