Yesterday morning I noticed there was no pain when I put full weight on my foot, nor did I have to elevate it off and on to keep the swelling down. That was good news on a sunny, but frigid, day in January when my plans included a country ride with my girlfriends, Nancy and Cindy, for a photo shoot and hot soup afterwards.
I felt confident enough to leave my scooter at home. That freedom led me to think about how it will feel next week when my cast is removed and I slide my bare foot between the sheets at night. I imagined a long shower with no plastic bag on my leg. Just thinking of these simple pleasures made me giddy. Note to self: make an appointment for a pedicure, buy an exfoliant to smooth the scaly leg, shop around for shoes. I began to hope for a bike ride on a mild day in February before I repeat surgery on the other foot. It made my face smile all day long — even later when I lay on the couch elevating the foot that swelled after all that fun. I could see the proverbial “light at the end of the tunnel.”
I woke up with a happy-for-no-particular-reason feeling. Contented. Did you ever notice how a mood can spill over and color the day? How anger can lead to more anger; how despair breeds despair, how sadness can be a downward spiral? Likewise, hope begets hope.
I poured my coffee and lit a candle for my morning routine at sunrise. The metaphor seems obvious.