Lessons Learned From the Knee
Since I hurt my knee (April 1), I have had much time to think. Here are some of the lessons I have learned (or am learning).
- Humility is Tough – I never thought I was that much of a control person, but I learned I am. Having to ask people to carry your cup of coffee, wash your underwear, and bring you all your meals for four weeks – that’s tough. I was very happy when I could finally carry a cup of coffee.
- I Like Laundry – I miss it. I discovered I like doing the laundry. I haven’t been able to because my laundry room is in the basement – and stairs are a no-no. I am looking forward to getting back to it.
- Frailty of Routine – I am disappointed in myself. I found that my routine is built like a house of cards – take out one card and it all falls down. I wish it were more like Jenga, where you can take out several components without the whole thing collapsing. In theory because I was forced to “sit”, I should have accomplished so much in my writing – which I claim to be important to me. While I did blog (thank you A to Z Challenge), I did NO real writing on my book, articles, short stories, anything. In fact I didn’t have anything to submit to my critique group the first part of May. Definitely an issue that needs more contemplation and then action.
- Importance of Friendship – I knew I had friends, but they all showed their love and support through this and it was very affirming. I am grateful for every card, every call, every email, every smile. I need to do more of that to my friends.
Lessons are only as good as what you do with them. I have discovered that while defining the situation is indeed the first step, it is only a first step. Without a second step it all goes to waste.
Have a good Friday, I just might venture into the basement to do laundry!
I imagine that would really throw off one's routine. I bet you really appreciate your independence now!
I'm not surprised about the writing. When I was working fulltime and doing my "real" writing nights and weekends, I more prolific than when I left my job and became a writer fulltime. I realized I needed a steady job for the routine and the paycheck. My writing is better when I don't have to depend on it to support me. Too scary to freelance. At least for me.
It is definately shocking to your life when suddenly you don't have the same control that you were used to. I don't mean for this to come out bad but, now you know a little bit of how I have felt for almost 14 years sis. Love you and please don't try and overdo. Make sure that you take the time to heal completely.