As an INFJ, I spend a lot of time gathering information and intel (consciously and sub so), and also analyzing/questioning/pondering, etc. I do a lot of this silently so most people wouldn’t notice my brain is constantly playing 20 questions / 1,000,000 answers. Sometimes, though, my brain gives me a break and I only think, like, half as much as usual and contemplate silly things that make me laugh. Lucky you, today is that day.
Half summer, half Autumn (kind of), October was weird weather-wise. Otherwise, other than working, I partied like an old person (read: I sat on the couch the entire time) at a three-year-old’s birthday party. I tried to notice little things that make me happy as the days flew by. I tried to take breaks from the (bad) news.
Rev, rest, recoup, repeat.
The 31 days flew by, though (just me?).
Time to pause and take a look back at the month just passed as it comes to an end.
A year ago, at this very moment, I could still say I had never broken a bone. By 7 p.m. or so that same night, I could no longer say the same.
Today is the 8-week Injur-versary from when I fell down, go boom at the roller rink. As you may remember (bear with me — I’m telling the newbies!), I fractured my distal radius and was in a hard, yet removable-after-4-weeks cast for 6 weeks, then a soft brace when I worked and slept until this past weekend. What a strange, weird, interesting experience this has been. I know I still have weeks to go until I have full use of my left extremity again, but I think 8 weeks is a good time to look back at Bone Break 2017.
It’s been a while since I was on the campus. I went to school there years ago as an undergrad, but return often for classes for fun. As I beginning planning in earnest for my 2022 Camino de Santiago, I decide to take Spanish. The campus is exactly the same, except for how it sadly isn’t. Continue reading “#ThursdayDoors: Sign of the Times”