This past Tuesday morning was my first day back at work in three weeks. Entering the front doors, crossing through the main office and making it to my office felt familiar and easy. What I didn’t expect, however, was that I made note of things that, in the past, went unnoticed – putting my purse in its super, secret location, setting my lunch kit down in its usual spot, turning on my lamps, powering up my computer. It was as if each of these simple actions, actions that I used to do without thinking, were no longer taken for granted. They confirmed that I am here and able to participate in life. Plus knowing where I was after surgery, unable to do much of anything without assistance, these little movements were also important signposts of my independence.
Little By Little
Little By Little
Little By Little
This past Tuesday morning was my first day back at work in three weeks. Entering the front doors, crossing through the main office and making it to my office felt familiar and easy. What I didn’t expect, however, was that I made note of things that, in the past, went unnoticed – putting my purse in its super, secret location, setting my lunch kit down in its usual spot, turning on my lamps, powering up my computer. It was as if each of these simple actions, actions that I used to do without thinking, were no longer taken for granted. They confirmed that I am here and able to participate in life. Plus knowing where I was after surgery, unable to do much of anything without assistance, these little movements were also important signposts of my independence.