Thinking It Through

I find it a little odd regarding how much of my thinking process has had to change as a result of the injuries that I received in the motorcycle accident. My daughter let me know earlier today that she is going on a short trip with some family members next week. We usually go on these mini-vacations together, but my wife and I cannot work out the details of life in a way that will allow us to go this time. As I considered going, one of my thoughts involved my physical condition. The thing is that I was always the one that could walk the farthest and last the longest whenever we traveled together. I have really flat feet, yet I would always outlast anyone within a day’s time regardless of the activities involved. I never had to consider the potential physical toil involved in anything that we did together.

Today my daughter told me about the upcoming trip and I wondered if I could keep up with others if I was actually able to work out the details needed to go with them. I follow this same thought pattern with many of the things that come up within the course of time. I have to plan on how I’ll endure, what I’ll eat, when I’ll rest, blah blah blah.

It’s not as though I’m noticeably falling apart. I walk without a limp most of the time, my hand functions normally despite weakness and nerve damage, I get around pretty well despite the damage to the bone structure in my lower body, and I can do most of the things that I did before the accident (no running). It’s just that taking part in activities was so simple before the accident. Now I have to think and plan ahead as though I’m made of porcelain. I believe that I have adjusted well enough to it all, but it still seems strange to me when the dust settles and I have the time to consider where it is that I am in life, I still feel as though I can jump out of an airplane and land on my feet, but reality tells me to strap on a parachute and aim for a large airbag.