I returned to work. I made us homemade meals for dinner. I let my body feel tired, but I didn't let it ruin my day. I took the train downtown and met up with friends around the city (some whom I haven't seen in many, many years) and talked and laughed and stayed longer than I expected and dreamed up plans for my future and encouraged the future dreams of others.
I'm not completely well yet, and at this point I occasionally find myself wondering if I ever will be, but more importantly, I'm catching up with life. The healing part I'll leave in God's loving hands.
I've learned a lot of things these past 6 weeks about the way my body works and how I'm the only person who can really tell what it needs me to give to it. I've been more bored than I ever thought possible. October 2012 will forever be the lost month of my life, and good gracious, did I watch a lot of television.
But this morning, I cooked and baked for the Thanksgiving meal we're sharing with friends tonight (truth: I made 4 dishes, 2 of which were utter failures). Scott's out riding his bike, and it's a gorgeous, sun-filled day. We watched the parade from the comfort and warmth of our couch. I'm wearing a new sweater and I slept well last night and I like my hair today. We've called our grandparents and told our families we love them. And I'm thankful for all of those things, along with a million others.