Meet Kenny

I have someone to introduce you to. He’s been in my life a while now and some people have known about him, but I’m ready to introduce him to the world. Meet Kenny. Kenny is the name I’ve given to my personified surgically-repaired, bionically-elevated, titanium-indwelling, left foot. He’s been through a lot over the past…

Flowers and Concrete

I do a lot of research in life. I have a decade of graduate school under my belt and it comes naturally to me to research deeply whenever I have a problem to solve or an issue to investigate. I love data. But data also betrays me. I worried about many, many layers of the…

Ballast and Buoyancy

Weight. Gravity. Burdens. I sit on the paper sheet at the surgeon’s office. Awaiting feedback on my healing. Awaiting x-ray confirmation or concern. Awaiting a plan. I fell the day I moved into my new home and broke my foot. But the break, and associated ligament tear, was subtle and missed by doctors.The weight, force,…

I Haven’t

I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I haven’t done over the past three months. It’s been nearly three months since my surgery. Three months of bone growth and healing, of atrophy and anxiety. Now that I’ve started the rehabilitation process, I am slowly able to do things that were off limits before. But…

Astronaut Training

All my life, I’ve been fascinated with space. The vastness, the mystery, the complexity. If I could attend space camp as an adult, I would sign up tomorrow. I keep track of launches. I do space themed marathons just for the bling. I can nerd out about planets with my little friends — the only…

I Gave up Walking for Lent

It’s true. I gave up walking for Lent. Not intentionally, but it just so happens that between surgery dates and follow up dates, I will not bear any weight on my left foot for the entirety of Lent this year. Lent, the forty days before Easter, is traditionally a time of self-sacrifice, self-control, self-denial, and…

Half Way There

Bon Jovi has been running through my head a lot lately. Specifically this song: Woah, we’re half way there /Woah, livin’ on a prayer Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear /Woah, livin’ on a prayer. I now present to you the song by Bon Jovi, (featuring Kelly’s annotated notes): Woah, we’re half way…

Supposed To Be…

I’ve said the phrase, “Well, I was supposed to be…” a lot lately. I was supposed to be healthy, two-legged, and whole. I was supposed to be working on this cool project at work. I was supposed to be writing a book. I was supposed to be financially secure. I was supposed to feel hopeful…