Today marks week 4 with a broken foot. It’s funny how I got used to hobbling around with a foot in a cast. I’d like to think of myself as pretty fast on my feet now considering all. Anyone up for a race?
There have been quite a few times over the past 4 weeks that I have cursed myself for breaking my foot. It’s been a really misfortune time. Or has it? I have these fluffy moments where I think, maybe after all this has been a very fortunate time? I left my past job 5 weeks ago and I had plenty of plans to make the most of my remaining weeks in London, to wander around and catch all kinds of sights, museums, shows that were still on my “London bucket list”. Having a broken foot made me shelf all these plans and actually rest. So I have been resting for the past 4 weeks, going through all kinds of daytime TV and just chill. I can’t remember the last time I had a few weeks of just doing nothing.
To me the past 4 weeks have been a bliss in disguise. I noticed today in the mirror that my frown lines on my forehead are pretty much gone. What better outcome can there be?! The tension in my neck and back has finally disappeared. Did you watch the TED Talk that I posted by Dan Gilbert? He talked about synthetic happiness. And how people in adverse situations come out of these situations and talk about how they didn’t want things to be different? Well, I wouldn’t go quite this far. I’d rather not have broken my foot. But having broken it, I definitely see the silver lining and that some good may have come out of it.
Today not only marks week 4 of my broken foot, but also T-10 in my move to California. The countdown has begun. So, let me put my shoe on and get ready…