In December, if asked, I would have said I needed a month off. Perhaps the beginning of burn out, not quite there. A week in February was nice, but not long enough. I came back saying, 'not long enough.'
And here I am with at least a month off work. No option. Can't even go to meetings. (FMLA. Which makes sense when flipped around.) Here I am scraping the lesson out of the turd. But it's a damn fine gift, however packaged. A chance to walk, slow waaaaaay down, garden one handed, let the left hand rule and teach. Practice patience.
Two phone calls today, Workers Comp and hospital safety, keeping on top of admin. Kindness, thoroughness.
Not just making the best of bad, but accepting the gift and it's price and strings, as valuable entire. It's hard, it's none of it a pleasure unalloyed.
Oh, the view is magnificent.
Like hiking with the ex, with my inadequate gear and prep and altitude sickness, through the Grand Tetons. Cold, sore, wet, already regretting the marriage. The beauty stays with me, and my own toughness, and I cannot regret those. The path to here and now.
Absolutely gorgeous.
6 comments:
I admire the way you accentuate the positive. It's good that it's the sort of weather to enjoy the garden. Enjoy everything you can.
RR,
It's that or cry all the time. And I daresay I've blubbed as often as laughed. I figure as long as I end up laughing, I'll be fine. Gotta be careful, we already have saline soil.
Wherever we go, here we are. I hope the time off is healing in all senses. I love the idea of listening to the left hand for a while.
good to have time off as spring comes in, so that you can really see and appreciate it
Hurrah !
Nimble,
Running with it. Like scissors.
gz,
So right. Out in the dirt with it all. Such a blessing.
Tristan,
Indeed.
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