A Year
Jan 21, 2015
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It's hard to think that it's been a year since my accident. On the one hand a year is just... a year.
Years pass by so quickly anymore and at times I can take comfort in the perceived brevity. Being at this or that place in my life and thinking well in a year it will be different or \"What's another year?\"
On the other, it's a whole year! A year of my life weighed by damage and healing and operating through the lens of navigating insurance and physical weakness and discomfort and not quite being back to myself. Where at times it feels like a lost year, a precious year of life.
But that is life, isn't it?
As I approached this anniversary I find myself feeling a bit of grief. For that year marred. And relief: finally feeling like I can start to have my life as I knew it back. And blessed at the gifts in life I do have.
And that is life. Sitting with all the complexity of the contradictory experiences and feelings. All at once.
To another year of life.