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.
My mom has has one of these VIP passes (what she likes to call it) for 18 years now. She was 35. It definitely helps. I know you would rather not have reason to need this, and I pray that day comes soon. Until then, I hope it makes the idea of leaving the house a little more enticing and creates fun, healthy excursions for you. :0)
Posted by: Lisa | 05/23/2011 at 10:48 PM