I got laundry hung on the line, the clean scent of washed clothes blowing towards me. I hear the sounds of the world around me, a tractor-trailer locking its brakes to make a delivery. Cars passing on the highway and the sound of an annoying leaf blower down the street. The sky is a cloudless blue while the remaining leaves rustle in the trees.
Here I am, bearing the scars of three days of poking and prodding. With the sun behind my back, I’m still trying to get my bearings. Today has been nice, so I can’t really complain too much. But I can’t help but feel a little disappointed with yourself. Going an entire year without ending up in a hospital, only to land right back there…again. Life is a continuing journey. Full of ups and downs you can never predict. The best you or I can do is live moment to moment doing our best to be kind.