driving miss daisy

Earlier this morning I drove from my apartment in Brookline, MA, to Boston's Logan International Airport - about a 20 minute voyage - to pick up my sister, who was returning from her cross country trip moving our former roommate back to California. Now if you know my sister, you'll realize the humorous irony in referring to her as "Miss Daisy."

But that's not what this post is about. This morning was the first time I took the wheel of a car since the night of May 19th, when I drove myself home from the Oak Square YMCA sans achilles tendon, evidently. You know that thing people say about riding a bike? Seems it's true - with the addition of mild yet sharp pain in the back of my ankle.

Overall, this morning's experiment at normalcy was successful and an important step in my recovery. It felt good to be driving again - which is good since I'll be doing a lot of it for work in the very near future - and I'm looking forward to being able to incorporate more of what I used to be able to do back into my life.

I still grieve the loss of things I used to enjoy from the reshaping of my lifestyle after learning of my heart condition. It gets easier with time but it's still tough at times. I very much hope to make a full recovery from my achilles rupture and to be able to do everything I could prior to its snapping. As I've entered recent stages of my life, I've solidified lofty yet attainable goals for myself and, whether from resiliency or obstinence, I have no intentions of conceding any of those goals.