During post-ski accident recovery time, it’s good to pick up some hobbies:
I picked up lomography photography (thanks to Connor).
Picked up crocheting (thanks to Grandma’s visits).
Oh yeah, and I’ve been picking myself up, too.
More on picking myself up in a minute.
Some other things I’ve picked up aren’t new, per se, but they’re new to me as of late:
Recently I picked up a knife for cooking! Cooking is one of my favorite things, yet I hadn’t cooked since the accident because my challenges with left hand coordination didn’t bode well for cutting things with a sharp knife (as you can imagine).
This past week I picked up car keys to start driving again. I no longer feel like a middle schooler stuck at home–hurray!
…I’m trying to avoid having to pick myself up from the ground during balancing exercises at physical therapy:
At this point, I’m seeing and feeling big improvements week to week. It’s wild(ly awesome).
Physical therapy has been a big help, and it’s taught me to take things one step at a time. Any goals that seem too large or too difficult just need to be broken up into many smaller, more do-able goals. For instance, even two weeks ago I couldn’t have imagined jogging. Now, guess what I’ve started doing? Yep, you guessed it. Jogging.
Granted, I take it easy. I do a fair amount of stopping and starting. But still, it’s jogging! Just earlier today my mom and I were on the bike path jogging when it started raining (soaking wet selfie to the left). Mom and I kept right on jogging because, holy crap, I can jog now!!!
But before I could jog, I mastered a variety of other coordination exercises. So truly, one thing at a time.
I feel like this is a lesson that applies to all of life’s lofty goals (I have a lot of them). Note to self, Katie.
I’m still picking up my glasses every morning, though. The blow of the ski accident affected the vision of my left eye, and it’s unclear whether that will be temporary or permanent. I’ve never had to wear prescription glasses before this, and my brother has never needed glasses…ironic, since both of our parents are optometrists.
I’m telling friends that I’m nearly back to normal. Yet I think it’s funny that “back to normal” is how I’m describing my goal. The concept that “normal” would be something I’m aspiring for makes me chuckle because, honestly, I wouldn’t trade where I am now for pre-accident Katie.
I’ve never had to struggle like this before. But as I’ve gone through it, I’ve had to dig deep. I’ve learned to trust myself and listen to myself. Two things that, if I tune in to them, give me deep comfort and make me–in a word–happy.
Thanks for reading and caring. Lastly, here are some lomography shots courtesy of the newfound hobby I’ve picked up: