The Little Things
Since my loss of sight some years ago, there has been a loss of independence. One makes adjustments. Since the pandemic, there has been a further loss of independence. Full disclosure, there are times I bemoan the things I cannot do on my own anymore. One of the things I am grateful for is taking walks around the block independently. A little thing along my walk has added extra pleasure to the outing. It almost sounds silly, but I am stoked to be able to locate the recycle can on the street.
Recent snow storms have limited the distance I can walk. One morning when I went out to see how far it was safe to walk, I had a perspective shift. Instead of grumbling about snow and ice obstacles, I had a moment of great gratitude. I could still negotiate the stairs to my 3rd floor walk up. I could increase the number of times walking back and forth to where the icy part begins. Best of all I could still locate the recycle can.
Last night we were hit again with an absolute monster snow storm. It was one of those rare times when it was accompanied by thunder and lightning. Wild stuff. I figured I would just hunker down indoors for the day. . However, this morning I felt the urge to put on my big boots, go down stairs and check it all out. I assumed I would stay put in front of my building, breathe some fresh air and return to my apartment. Nope! When I stepped out in front of my building, the street was clear. I carefully began to walk along the route I normally take. Lo and behold, the street was all clear up to the place I have been walking lately.
Then came the big test. I carefully walked to where the recycle can was. Even with snow piled up against it, I could still reach the openings .
That bit of independence was still available to me. I was so grateful and happy, I smiled the entire time I did my laps. This was a reminder to savor the joys of the little things in our lives. When we look back, we may realize they were the big things.
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