At Mile Marker 9,525...
At a bookstore.
A trip to Inkwood Books is always a treat. But after 14 months of browsing online, this feels like a luxury vacation!
Not gonna lie. I'd been looking forward to this outing all week long.
These days, even a simple errand feels like a special occasion.
Or maybe a dare.
I park the car. Feed the meter. Pull my earrings through the mask loops.
Then, as I step inside the store, something happens that I didn't anticipate.
It feels unexpectedly...
I wander among the shelves. Flip through staff recommendations. Pick out some Mother's Day gifts for my mom.
|I grab an old favorite to read with my nieces|
in our upcoming summer book club.
|And find 2 new releases by authors I know -- |
in person! :)
Instead of feeling nervous and rushed -- as I thought I would -- I feel surprisingly relaxed.
In a normal year.
I bask in that back-to-normal feeling.
The pandemic made me realize how much I miss "normal."
But it also unearthed a surge of anxiety and vigilance I hadn't felt since the aftermath of the accident.
Trauma runs deep.
All these months later, I know I'm lucky to be vaccinated.
And all the good things.
I should jumping with both feet into "normal" again.
But for some reason, I'm struggling.
Then I remember the earliest days of my recovery...
|...when I didn't know how I'd move forward at all.|
Books have gotten me through some of the toughest parts of this journey.
And to go one step further, writing has too.
(There was a reason I started this blog!)
During the quarantine, I drafted 2 novels -- that's more than 130,000 words -- start to finish.
|They're not ready to share yet, |
but maybe someday.
Mile 9,525 is filled with reading and writing -- and best of all, possibility.
If this is what back-to-normal feels like...
|...sign me up!|