On the move...

When one is finally free from crutches after being tied to them for nearly seven weeks, one finds that she no longer desires to sit. At all. One walks around all day decorating, cleaning, cooking, shopping and anything else one can accomplish in a days time. One doesn't even care that she is in pain by the end of the day. She doesn't care at all. One just wants to move, with one's two feet, move and move and move.

When one prays to get one's life back, to feel awake and like herself again, one may not realize that she is actually praying for something like a broken foot to help shake her into accomplishing her heart's desire, but it is a small price to pay.
And one finds that one is happy, happy and life is good. And even if one can never wear her beloved high heels again (although one hopes she can) it will be okay, and well worth it because one is alive (really alive) and what else matters? One must ask. What else?

The only thing one might find one regrets from an experience such as this is that one may neglect one's blog while busily moving and moving and moving. Because you see blogging requires sitting and one can't sit when one is freed from crutches. No one can't. But when one doesn't blog for awhile one tends to miss her blogging friends. One desires to know what is going on in their lives and one must come back.

So one will be back.
Yes one will.
Maybe even tomorrow.