Moving Forward...life before, during and after a meniscus transplant

My morning: I'm sitting in the hallway at our synagogue, reading a pretty incredible book, in a window seat that suits me just fine. There's coffee, there's nice people passing by, my kids will be done with Hebrew School soon.  I'm feeling kind of down.  Lonely. Sad. In a lot of pain.  It's ok, I'm really ok.  It's good to be aware, and not afraid, of feelings that aren't the picture of positivity.  A person approached me to say hi... this is someone I've known for many years, and we've talked about any number of things, but I wouldn't think that he knew me particularly well... ...until he started a conversation that caused me to believe otherwise. He described his perception of a topic that pertained to ME , specifically, and it instantly lifted my mood.  He does know me!  I held back tears (worried he might never approach me again if I started crying right then) and thanked him for sharing with me and for bei...

What is it about a cup of coffee and a quiet house on a Saturday morning that gets you all contemplative and introspective? My thoughts this morning, in no particular order: *the sky is the prettiest blue right now *i love my job, a ridiculous amount, far more than I thought I would *i love that Alex has a job again *it hasn't even been a week since Aaron had his close call with the ocean yet it feels like it was an eternity ago...and that it happened to someone else, not him, perhaps in a movie that took place in Australia. That's how distant it feels. I suspect my brain will bring it back to me at some point, but for now I'm grateful for the distance *i wish I was running in this weather...which has been amazing pretty much consistently since I stopped running August 1st🙄 *the first week of school and sports for the kids happened, with Alex and I both working, and I am still alive and "functioning" *i have 7 weeks until the ...

I've been coming to the Rehoboth/Dewey Beach area somewhat regularly since I was in 6th grade (27 years, which isn't possible because I can't be THAT old!) and very regularly since I was a sophomore in college (so, for the past 19 years). There's a million things I love about southern Delaware, and wouldn't you know it, one of the things that's on the top of my list is running down here.  We vacationed down here with another family many years in a row when I was young, and the father was a runner...like a real runner...had shoes he wore only when he ran, and described his runs in miles rather than blocks or street lengths. I remember going running with him as a 12 year old, our first summer in Rehoboth...I'd never run before but thought it must be cool since he would wake up early and disappear and come back looking so sweaty and happy. So I went with him one morning, I vaguely remember that we ran about 3 miles, and I was sick for hours after. He...

One thing that running gave me, maybe one of the more important things, was the ability to reset my mental/emotional state. For better or worse, I feel things strongly and sometimes have a hard time "letting it go," to quote a certain Disney princess.  Up until a few weeks ago, I could be feeling any sort of way about anything, and after I went for a run (usually a fast 3 mile one) I was calm and collected and felt balanced again. I felt like I was the luckiest and smartest person ever to have found a way to use the thing I loved doing to keep me physically AND mentally fit.  Genius!  And I know I will find something to take the place of running, both physically and mentally. And even if I don't ever love it like I love(d) running, I will make it work, because I need it to work.  But in the immediate time, and for the next several (too many to think about) months, I have to keep my head together myself. I have days where I feel pretty skilled and p...