Over the past several years, I've often reminded myself that there will be other nice days, days I can spend at the pool or the beach, in my yard gardening, or in my neighborhood taking a walk. I'm getting around much better -- measurably better every day, in fact -- but I can't quite negotiate any uneven surface (like my yard or the beach). Besides, the boot is uncomfortable enough without being filled with dirt or sand! Lately, though, I have been thinking more about the reality that at some point all the nice days (and not-so-nice days, for that matter) will run out. Of course, at that point, I won't know the difference, but I would like to enjoy more nice days before that time comes.
Every time I'm restricted by some physical ailment (usually orthopedic in nature), I promise myself that when I recover, I will strive to be more active. And every time I recover, I find myself not keeping that promise. This time I say it with greater conviction: when my foot heals, I'll ride my bike; I'll go to the beach and the pool; I'll go to the gym; I'll make more friends and attend social events. I'm so serious about it this time that I'm going to type up a list of what I think will lead to a more happy and fulfilling life, and then put it on my refrigerator. The first things I put on the list will be those activities I can't do now. I suppose it takes losing something to really appreciate it. I've really been neglecting goal-setting lately, and I think it's time to get back to that. I'm not a big fan of bucket lists, but I'm sure there are things I'd like to do. It seems like a good time to write them down and put them where I can see them, a constant reminder to keep me on track.
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