Flying back from Germany, my final flight landed in San Fransisco, CA. I got to spent my first day back visiting the ocean, and this famous site, which is this row of houses on Hayes Street. It was a perfect day, mild and sunny, quite different from the last couple of gloomy days I got to spent before leaving Germany.
It’s hard to believe this was a week ago already, and I’ve been fighting my way back. My body is still not cooperating a 100% and I have never experienced anything like this. It’s rather scary to lose control over your body, and it takes everything to a whole new level. I finally unpacked and struggled my way through some cleaning chores. I miss Mom, but I have been so consumed with my own struggles, there really hasn’t been much time for anything else. Not by choice, but because of reality. It’s really strange, but I think I am getting better.
The current struggle is to walk sure footed, the inflammation seems to have moved into my feet besides the shoulder. I don’t trust myself on uneven pavement, although I want to go out tomorrow and visit the vortex. Nothing has been easy this past week, but my silver lining is out there.
With this second day of a brand new year, I recognize this year as a transition year. Some things will be hard and tough, but it’s a part of the journey. My dreams are long realized, it is just a matter of timing. While this year will be about prep, lightening the load, and other choices, 2020 has a nice ring to it for a year or executing the prep.