During the six months I spent recovering/rehabbing from my fall in early 2013, I set several goals for myself.
I accomplished the first two, and I have three more to go. What I've finally realized, or accepted, is that I can't get there from here, and that the time & energy I am expending here needs to be redirected.
I refuse to think or say coulda, woulda, shoulda when I breathe my last.
Day #1 post surgery
The ride home
My right kneecap was where the arrow is pointing.
I was a terrible back-seat passenger
Catching rays on the deck
First 1+ mile walk in February 2013.
A few more posts to go.