I am still doing a page a day, something I started from a challenge on Misty Mawn's blog, with an
unintended hiatus for a broken wrist, which I wrote about a few days ago. Fran Meneley, a wonderful journaler with a beautiful blog, suggested I journal about it (thanks,Fran!).
The idea that I have NINE screws in my arm just boggles my mind, never mind the fact that I can't work for a couple of months... I am really glad for Fran's suggestion, it made me realize that I have quite a lot of subject matter for journalling, as I navigate these weeks of recovery.
I haven't NOT worked over 35 years, except for about sixteen months when I got pregnant with our second child until she was about a year old. And any mother knows that that wasn't a vacation!
This isn't a vacation, either, I can't drive, I can only type with one hand, and there certainly isn't any disposable income around. I do have long stretches of solitude (and no babies!) to fill and the contemplation of what this accident will mean for my livelihood.
Check out another page-a day journaller here , her post for Jan. 14 got me thinking. All of her posts have been beautiful and thought-provoking, though.