Song of the Day: Clocks by Coldplay
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There's a little park by my husband's office. Whenever the weather is bearable, I sit on a bench and wait for him to get off of work so that he can take me home. This is part of an agreement we reached when I decided to go back to work full-time. We make it a point to commute together - even when we are fighting - because we can't be sure that I would make it home if we didn't.
As I sat in my regular spot waiting for him tonight, an adorable little Yorkie ran up to me and sniffed my coat, probably because it could smell my dog's scent on me. I reached down to pat its fur when the owner tugged on the leash and apologized for disturbing me. I laughed and said that it was fine when said owner suddenly said my name. I looked up at the woman, who was wearing sweats and oversized sunglasses, and I realized that it was an old friend from junior high school. I hadn't seen her in years. We didn't talk for very long, but she reminded me of things and people I hadn't thought about it in years.
Lately, I spend most of my time and energy thinking about how to get through the day. It has been about close to ten years since the accident, but even after all this time, getting through a bad day is just as hard as it was in the beginning.
Still, all it takes is a run-in with an old friend to get me reminiscing about my past and wondering how I got here, struggling with problems that I never imagined I would have to deal with. I'm bewildered at how much time has passed and how many transformations I have undergone while dealing with these conditions. I imagine a younger, healthier me and wish I could overcome the boundaries of time and be her again for a little bit. I was once a vibrant and happy young girl with dyed hair (and the "Rachel" haircut), flared jeans, and an obsession with hip hop music and video games.
When my husband finally came and shook me out of my reverie, that girl drifted away.
Now, hours later, she is long, long gone and it seems like she is a lifetime away. Most of the time, I don't miss her because I'm too caught up with the present. Most of the time. But on nights like tonight, when something reminds me of her, it's hard to shake myself out of it. I wish I could talk to her and tell her to write it all down, write it and remember it all, so that I could remember it all now.
That's why I'm really starting this blog. So that I don't forget all that I have been blessed with and to try to make up for the promise I broke to everyone who helped me get here.
