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What are you recovering from right now?
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One-Minute Writing of the Day:
Writer: Ashley
The past year has been recovery. Recovery from work that sucked me dry, sickness, emotional injury, contemplation of life's injustices. There are many of those.
Today I am sitting in Berlin, far from the spears that did so much damage. I wonder if I have run away, and I wonder how I should proceed. I wonder if I am strong enough for whatever comes next. Has recovery ruined me? Has reflection taken my "can do attitude"? Am I living in fear?
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Bountiful Baskets
4 days ago
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This week I am recovering from coming in too hot. In my quest to stay active and enjoy life, I include cyclocross racing as one of my fun things to do. During a race last Saturday I dismounted my bike to jump over a couple of obstacles and quickly realized I was going to fast. To keep from falling on my face when my feet hit the ground, I had to brake and I tweaked the ACL in my right knee. The need for speed is dangerous indeed.
I'm recovering from a head cold. Though sometimes it feels as though recovery is still a long way off.
I'm recovering from an email scam near miss! Man those rat-finks are tricky.
I'm doing fine, but I'm helping a close friend recover from a case of Bieber Fever. Admittedly, it was a minor case but, man, that stuff is icky.
I haven't recovered yet. I'm still drowning in midterm week, but I'm looking forward to recovering once fall break begins on Friday.
I am still recovering from a bout with bursitis; 3 weeks of pain in the A! Arm, that is. Lesson learned - don't overuse muscles in a way they're not used to!
The first cold of the fall. Not the temperature, the sickness. I made it through september without a single sneeze, but on October 1st, as fate would have it, I woke up with a hoarse voice and horrid congestion. 12 days later, here I am, with a slightly less hoarse voice, and only one or two sneezes a day. Maybe I'll have it beat by tomorrow?
The past year has been recovery. Recovery from work that sucked me dry, sickness, emotional injury, contemplation of life's injustices. There are many of those.
Today I am sitting in Berlin, far from the spears that did so much damage. I wonder if I have run away, and I wonder how I should proceed. I wonder if I am strong enough for whatever comes next. Has recovery ruined me? Has reflection taken my "can do attitude"? Am I living in fear?
I wonder, does changing the bed linens count as "recovering"? I'm staying at my sister's place for a while. Don't get me wrong - I appreciate her help and all that, but come on - white cat on navy blue comforter? What was she thinking????
I'm recovering from failure and the realization that all of my hopes and aspirations may not come to fruition. It's a bitter pill to swallow for a stubborn person like me.
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