Fortunate One

I remember the days in which I would work at my office and look forward to the time of day when I could leave work, go home, and relax. Those days seem so long ago to me now after five years of working mostly out of my house and laboring daily to “get better”. I’m thinking that at this point I’m about as “better” as I’m going to get. I still stay home a lot, but it’s all about sustaining a certain level of well-being at this point. I usually only go to the office during the week for a few hours at a time. Today I went to work with a long list of things that had to be done and I actually felt a sense of elation when I entered the office building and got to work. The list of things to be done included studies, a sermon outline, bookkeeping, filing, copying, errands, general office work, and grounds maintenance. I didn’t know how much I would get done when I started, but by 2 p.m. it became obvious to me that I would be able to finish it all if I stayed a few hours later than I had planned. I stayed, and I was able to finish everything. I’m really worn out right now, but I couldn’t be more content.

What I’m feeling now is way better than the whole “leave work early and go home to relax” vibe that I once felt back in the days before the accident. Today I was thrilled with every task and I enjoyed every minute of being at work. I can’t fully explain the joy and sense of purpose that I felt throughout the day while I dealt with things that included important stuff and minutiae. I’m just so glad to have been a part of the world, you know? My body is functioning, the injuries did not overwhelm, and the accident has not robbed me of my life…and I am sincerely thankful. It’s a happy feeling.