New Year’s Day would not be official without Vicki and Alan’s “world’s best hotdogs and worst champagne” weenie roast, and it was my first major outing since the head injury, and brain surgery. Donning my now trademark chapeau, I’m making the rounds, when Queenie and Tom beckon to me. Tom, looks at my semi-bald head, then grabs my hand, and says, “Wow! Look at those hands. They are strong. You are strong”.
Though I’d prefer what happened in Vegas, stay in Vegas, when life throws you a curve ball, you adjust. Instead of letting a temporary limitation define one’s existence, accept, and make the most out of the circumstances. The walks in nature. Healing music. The journal. Mind, body and self, first. Time is my friend.
This “time out” from Thanksgiving, Christmas, holidays and “EVERYTHING” physical, has allowed me the opportunity to re-fuel and re-align. Rather than focus on what I cannot do, I recognize the love and the support of those who are there to help.
Though a rather bold comment from Tom, Queenie explains “he tells it like he sees it.” Talk about making someone feel 100 percent.
I can do this!
Yes, I’m strong!
Following this revelation, I went home and took a nap.
The photo accompanying this post: my favorite portrait, by Mike Leemhuis, entitled “Hands on and Focus”.
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