We hear it all the time -
the difference that 24 hours can make in a life.
News, or an event, whether
can truly change everything.
Yesterday at this time I was excited,
full of anticipation and energy,
ready to tackle the day's projects.
I felt strong, confident, capable.
I performed my tasks at home and walked
to work with a sure, firm step.
And then, betrayal.
My knee buckled while I was working.
I don't even have an interesting story to tell.
I was simply walking from point A to point B.
There is no tale of derring-do
or athletic prowess gone awry
to chronicle my pain.
There was pain.
A reasonable, manageable pain.
What is unreasonable
is the effect this has had on me.
Yes, prudence would skip my morning workout.
Skip painting the base cabinets.
But I find myself
to trust the knee with ordinary expectations.
Suddenly I don't feel strong.
Even with the ordinary and inevitable
processes of aging
I've never felt vulnerable or challenged by
a brush with middle-age mortality.
The unwelcome spectre of change or limitation
has never been an active threat.
Even as I write this I recognize a certain level
I'm not given to over-reacting.
I'm calm and sensible.
It's only a wrenched knee for Pete's sake!
But most of us - even on our most rational days - look for
the small markers that may signal
a need for attention.
Today I'll adjust my plans
take it easy
probably even drive to work.
I'll no doubt take an inventory of goals
and reasonable expectations;
make an examination of current routines.
There's a challenge here and I can already
sense a response.
What do I need to do to safeguard