August, the calm before the…CALM, what calm?! –
I’ve been deleted by all friends and off all groups on social media associated with my dear old ex-BF. Now I have to go to LinkedIn to wish everyone “happy birthday”.
And moving on…
I’ve been religiously doing my physical therapy since leaving Florida. However, my physical therapist up here has been a bigger pain at times then the exercises.
He asked me how my ankles were healing. I told him they were looking good, but when I said I wasn’t sure they’d ever be the same, that they’d become my enemy, he scolded me.
“That’s a bad word, calling your ankles your enemy!” was his exasperated replied.
“Huh, no shit; and here I thought fuck was a bad word”, was mine.
September, my European birthday in Wisconsin –
Happy Birthday to me; I’m turning the big 4-0! I’ll be in Rome on my actual birthday,…but wait, this is Lee’s Life, so here we go…
My mother decided she would take my sister and I to Europe. We would go to Italy and see where my dad’s family is from. Then off to Germany to see my mother’s side. A quick trip over to Austria, because why the hell not? Have you seen The Sound of Music? Well, that’s where I was going. I planned to “climb every mountain, sing Do-Re-Mi on the steps in the Mirabell Gardens, and dance around the fountain like the American tourist I am, but that was before September.
Three days before our trip, my step-dad wasn’t feeling well and went to the doctor.
Bad News: Cancer
Good News: I’m NOT 40 until I get to Rome, so call Guinness World Books because I hold the record of being the oldest 39 year old!
One year ago my life broke apart, little by little. Before my eyes I watched my home, health, and relationships crumble. I was Humpty Dumpty, and like Humpty Dumpty, I couldn’t be put back together again.
…and I am greatful!
I am thankful for the ability to gain wisdom, and find the laughter – in “breaking”.
I appreciate my independence and good health.
I understand humility. Not many will know what it feels like to be eighty, until they are.
I value what it means to call someone your friend, and how loosely others use the word.
I love myself more, and I love myself most.
AND…I always remember to watch my step.
~ fin ~