This seems like the silliest thing to celebrate, but I'm doing it anyway! Haha
As a very large person, the floor has been a scary place for me. I have
spent the last 5+ years afraid I'd fall and wouldn't be able to get back
up. Sitting on the floor was *completely* out of the question. The last
time I'd even attempted, my knees screamed out in pain and I was
certain my knee cap would crack.
Yesterday, I decided it was time to try again. I've been thinking about
it for a few weeks, but haven't mustard the courage. Yesterday, I was
going for it!
I put one knee on the floor -- slowly! -- no pain, good sign. Let go of
the bed completely. Okay, we're good. Second knee went down. Hey! No
All right, we've got this! Sat down completely, even laid down!
kind of exciting... and then I decided to get up.
Oh, $hit! This better not be a problem because I'm home alone and it'll
be a few hours before my daughter will be home and my phone is... I
don't even know.
All right, girl! You've got this! On one knee...other foot on the
floor...up she goes! I felt like I should throw both hands in the air,
do a quarter turn and wave to the judges! Haha
Guess who doesn't need to be afraid of the floor anymore?!
These are the little pieces of life that I had resolved myself to just
being gone. It feels INCREDIBLE to be getting back the little things
that should be taken for granted!
Until we meet again, floor! 😉 😍