broken & beautiful
I’m not as young as I used to be, but I’m still as competitive. So, it’s not a huge shock that this Summer, I overdid it a little while playing backyard volleyball, fell and broke my wrist. (For the record, we did win the game on that shot.)
Boy, was that a lesson in slowing down … for a couple reasons – I realized how much I use my hand (even my non-dominant hand – try opening the orange juice or snack packs without it, for example) … and what a hard time I have asking for help and feeling incapable of doing things.
After all, I’m used to doing it all and this minor setback made me realize I couldn’t (and maybe shouldn’t anyway).
Still, God made our bodies so marvelously and they heal in a spectacular way. Sure it’s painful and takes time, but it heals. In 5 short weeks, I had my cast off and am now in a removable splint. In two more weeks, I should be arm-accessory free.
Now, I have no excuse to get back to guitar lessons!
