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My Life Thus Far
2007-07-20 03:38:51 (UTC)

The First Time In 10 Years

*****

Recovery from any illness involves the body, the mind, and
the spirit. Together, these three elements make up who we
are, and true healing includes all these aspects of the
self. Like a three-legged stool, recovery cannot stay
upright and balanced unless all three "legs" are equally
strong.

Joseph D Beasley and Susan Knightly

It's a good philosophy, but did it really take two people
to write it?

I'm having a really good day today, but before I get ahead
of myself, let me fill you in on yesterday. I completely
forgot to write last night and by the time I realized it,
the clock had struck the magical hour of 2:30am. Well past
my bedtime. If I had one (I should have one). So, I
figured I'd just play catch-up today.

Yesterday was a day of errands. I got my license renewed
(somehow I forgot this was the year it expired, so I've
been driving around for the past 3 weeks with an expired
license. I'm so glad I didn't get pulled over). I also
stopped by the courthouse to get the registration and tabs
for Snookums truck. They expired on the 15th, which was
last Sunday. Sam had been asking me for them because they
remind him every time he goes through the gate that his
tabs expire this month. I stopped by Rose Crafts to pick
up a few crafting items I needed to finish Cyrus' birth
orders. If you aren't military that probably didn't make
sense, but when you're given orders you get a letter
detailing where you're going when you're supposed to
report, what to bring and who to check in with. The only
thing they leave out is the why. Because that one's
obvious. You sold your soul to the government, that's why!
Anyhow, that's what I did yesterday and it was a very good
day as well.

Now on to today. I had therapy this morning, which for the
first time, probably ever, I was on time! Dr. Martin was
so surprised, he wasn't ready for me and I had to sit in
the waiting room for 5 minutes while he did God knows
what. Probably review his notes from last week so he knows
what to talk about, or who I am for that matter. He must
see dozens of people each week. Since I've been feeling
good the past few days, there wasn't much to discuss. He
asked me questions about my past and growing up.
Background stuff. He did give me one good bit of news.
According to his professional opinion, I don't have an
anti-social personality disorder like he originally
thought I did. Serial killers have anti-social disorders,
not me. I'm crazy, but not murderous.

I had an on-call at work, but to my surprise when I called
to see if they needed me (a formality I still have to do
because there's always that chance), they didn't need me!
I was all dressed for work, head to toe in black and
nowhere to go. I called Gen because that's always what I
do when I don't have anything to do and she decided she
wanted to come out for coffee. So we did. Gen, Sam, Cyrus
and I did coffee. After that, I came home. But somehow on
the way home I got sidetracked...

Instead of taking my usual route up Kitsap street to get
home, I stayed on Bay street because I wanted to walk
around Dollar Tree. The light ahead of me turned red and I
was sitting next to Olympic Cycle Shop. It's a dilapidated
place that buys bikes cheap, fixes them up and resells
them. I didn't think much of it at that moment, but later
as I was strolling through Dollar Tree, the thought just
kept coming back to me. "I should get a bike". "Why?" "It
would be fun, and good exercise". That was all I needed.
The good exercise part. So, I left Dollar Tree before I
even got to the cross-eyed figurines and headed back to
the cycle shop.

The guy that owns the place is older. 70 years old
according to him, but he doesn't look a day over 55. It
was weird. Anyhow, he showed me a few bikes he had for
women, but they weren't for me. He specializes in cycling
bikes. Professional grade. $300 bikes. I only spend that
kind of money on purses. He told me that since I'm a
beginner and aren't sure if I'll want to continue cycling,
I should start with a Wal-mart or Target mountain bike. If
I like it, I can always upgrade, like a car. So, I took
his advice and went to Wal-mart. I found a baby blue,
lavender and silver Roadmaster there for $59.77. I was
stoked! So, I got it home, took all the tags and stuff off
it and set out! I rode a bike today, for the first time in
10 years! But it's just like they say. You never forget,
because I hopped on and took off without so much as a
wobble. I'd meant to take a nap today (since I didn't go
to bed until 3am and woke up at 6:30am), but instead I
ended up taking an 8 mile bike ride. Napping is overrated,
anyway. I know I'm going to be feeling this in the
morning, but I don't care!

I need to go do the dishes. I've been procrastinating
about it for almost 2 full days now. The sink is full, the
dishwasher needs to be emptied and Kiki is down to her
last sippy cup. Tonight is the night.

Okay, my novel is over. I need to tackle those dishes!
Ciao until tomorrow. Cross your fingers that it will be
good...




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