Awww...the disabled parking pass. Not exactly a little girl's dream.
(insert Monster.com commercial here)
"When I grow up, I want unreliable legs, painful hips, and stiff knees/feet so I can get preferred lot placement."
I cried when it came in the mail today; not because I was happy or excited, but because of the date at the bottom...2014. Holy Crap. Please tell me I won't be feeling like this three years from now.
Reluctantly, I hung it on my rear view mirror as I made my way to the sauna. At first, it made me sad. But, when I left, I was grateful.
As I crawled back into the truck, I thought of all of the things I DON'T do anymore because of pain, lack of energy, or fear of collapsing.
-I don't go to the library
-I don't run to Target
-I don't visit Thrift Stores or Antique Shops
-I wouldn't dream of driving to Disney or SeaWorld.
-I didn't go the Fringe Festival this weekend.
-I don't volunteer
-Heck, I really don't go anywhere by myself anymore (except the gym and grocery store -- all within blocks of my house).
When I think about it, it's amazing how much of my life is now dictated by convenience or comfort. Maybe having this pass isn't such a bad thing?? Maybe it will encourage me to get out and do more?? Maybe it will give me the confidence I need to venture a little further from home? Maybe I can start to live a little again?
If nothing else, it will make things a little easier. And, for that, I am eternally grateful.
Altered Today: Accentuating the positive, preparing for tomorrow's appointment, another four hour nap.