We’ve got some serious catching up to do with our diets and exercise program. In one sense vacation is good for you. But in other ways it’s just terrible. A Starbucks muffin and latte is hardly our definition of healthy. Oops. But we’re coming home Monday rested, refreshed, and ready to get back to work.
Had a sobering realization about his recovery this weekend. Right now he can’t walk unassisted, but he has relatively decent stamina to wheel himself (semi-)great distances. When he gets strong enough to walk freely (with crutches or cane, but without parallel bars), then it’s going to be a whole separate journey building the stamina to go the distances he is capable of going now while in his chair. Get it? We have atleast one more foreseeable up-and-down cycle ahead of us, where getting back to normal might seem further away than it once did. We’re okay with this, just preparing ourselves for it.
I am so grateful for the time spent away from home this weekend. We had a mellow trip, spending most of today in bed because of his pain. But there are no chores for me here, no laundry, no dishes, no appointments. I actually got to relax without feeling guilty. Now I get it. This vacation really helped me to release the busy doing-ness for a few days, and embrace the pure joy of being-ness. When we get home on Monday, watch out Life, because the soon-to-be-Mrs. Fener is back!