Monday, not the easiest day in the world. It rained all day. I had mentally turned over a new leaf. Less internal monologue about everything. More positive outlook. Not quite skipping to work but nearly.
I managed to get through the day. It was hard. Lots of work, not enough time for everything. A certain amount of pressure. The background, politics, gossip, weren’t helpful. None of it, on its own was difficult. It added up though. I got through all of the day, left work late, again. Stopped to get groceries on the way home. One work bag, one bag of shopping. Nearly home. Bang.
I was on my knees. I slipped on the wet pavement and then fell. I didn’t have a free hand and sort of fell directly onto my knees. Wow. That hurt. I realised I hadn’t broken anything. I sat in a pool of water, knowing I had to get up, carry on. The pain was horrible. I waited for it to subside. crawled up onto my feet. Awkwardly.
I gingerly took a step forward, then another. Testing the walking thing out again. Slowly I made my way. One step, then the next. I made it home. Ice on both knees. Stopped.
I’m done – I said
What does that mean? – he asked
I want a duvet year…
But of course, there isn’t a duvet year. There’s just the next day and then the one after that. The next day I cautiously made my way on my commute. It took me a little more time to move around. I got stuff done. I was given sympathy… things weren’t so bad. Various victories, friendly conversations, life carried on.