Okay, perhaps that is a strange way to title and start my post, but I AM thankful for my bones. And, today in particular, I am very thankful that all of my bones are in one piece and working the way they should.
On the way out the door this morning I somehow managed to trip down our apartment staircase (not so gracefully)…. don’t ask me how I managed to get my foot caught under a stair and then slide down 3-4 more stairs on my shin, before landing on my knee cap……. I really have no clue how I managed to create that unique tangle, but I did. The initial fall left me wondering if anything was broken, but thankfully within 20 minutes it was clear that I had made it out sore, but still in one piece.
We all have moments like these in our lives – close calls, near misses, etc….. times when the universe allows us to take one step back and reflect for a moment on how lucky we are – reflect for a moment on just how much we truly take for granted. I take for granted that my bones are all in working order, that I have no problems walking around or doing what I need to. Only when I almost broke my kneecap did I take the time to pause and realize how thankful I am that I am healthy and that I can do anything I want to do without having to worry about any sort of mobility issues.
While I am still in a lot of pain and have a few spots that will metamorphosize into colorful bruises in the next day or so, I am thankful for the reminder I had today. I take so much for granted that I really should not. I think we all do.
I had a similar (okay, far worse) experience in graduate school when I was rear-ended by a one ton truck (yes it is true) at 55 mph. I walked away from the accident with all bones in tact, but with what is referred to as a mild traumatic brain injury (or post-concussive syndrome). I could not conjugate verbs correctly for almost six months, reversed letters (wrote them backwards), and struggled to have the energy to do anything other than sleep. (I would work for four hours, go home and sleep the rest of the day, wake up for dinner and sleep all night – common reality of those with head injuries). It took years (YEARS) to recover. I remember that my goals went from high power career goals to wanting to be able to work myself back up to an entire work day, instead of half days. Suddenly I cared more about verb conjugation (something I took for granted) than promotions and raises. It was a very humbling experience, one I learned a great deal from – and one I would never want to repeat.
I was one of the lucky ones, the brain injury mostly healed itself and the residual effects only show up when I am highly sleep deprived.
Today, 281 days ’til 40, I was reminded of how lucky I am and that I have a lot I take for granted that I should be consciously thankful for. I hope that you too can pause and take time to express gratitude for the many things you take for granted. May you be granted this moment without having to bruise your kneecap.