It's the little victories that make my day:
- fitting a shoe on my broken foot
- the first deep rush of air into my lungs as I begin to exercise again.
Sometimes I wish I was a Hindu because singing the praises
of just one god feels inadequate. I want to thank a pantheon.
NOTE: I'm still coping pretty well, for someone who went from 60 to zero in an instant. Coping better than I ever imagined I would, actually. Not sure what I'm talking about? Check out last week's 55.
Got a story you can tell in 55 words? If you share it with the G-Man, I bet he'll be grateful!
6 comments:
You bet I'd be grateful.
November 15, 2013 at 8:28 AMJust as I am every time I see your smiling face!
I'm always honored to have you as a contributor every week.
Loved your Theological 55
Thanks Ann for being such a trooper in spite of your dilemma
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
You'd think it would be easier if there was more than one God around, to help divide up all the work. (LOL)
November 15, 2013 at 9:21 AMGet well soon, Bunnygirl!
Such a sense of relief! I'm glad you are on the mend.
November 15, 2013 at 12:31 PMFinding joy in small things is great. Take care! :-)
November 15, 2013 at 1:12 PM-HA
It's the simple things that bring joy after catastrophe.
November 16, 2013 at 7:47 AMAnd long may you dance and pirouette out words as you go..
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