It's ridiculous to complain about my foot when my brother had his sternum cracked open yesterday, so I'm going to keep this short and sweet. Monday I had physical therapy and the therapist decided we should work on my balance. Well, come to find out, I can't even balance for 2 seconds at a time. Even with my good foot, my balance is a problem. 3 seconds at most. When I saw the important foot doctor yesterday, he asked, "How's your PT coming along?"
"My balance sucks," I told him.
"Yes, " he said. "I read your PT report and I did notice that balance is an area of concern."
Really this is the story of my life. I'm not a balanced person. Never have been.
The important thing to remember is today is Writer's Wednesday. Dani Shapiro suggests that we focus on our emotions as writers. "Strong emotion, Virginia Woolf said, must leave its trace. Start writing, grow still and quiet, press toward that strong emotion and you will discover it anew." Kind of like what I've done here, focusing on the way I felt when I kept falling off the little see saw board during my physical therapy session. Embarrassed, yes, but I also felt somewhat shunned by society, incompetent and out of step with those around me. This is the stuff of blog posts, my friends. Get those notebooks and laptops outside today and get to feeling. Or, if time is short, just leave a comment here, telling us how you're feeling. Or text me. If you want to, you should.