If anyone cares, Sundays are technically not part of the season of Lent. In the early days, Christians celebrated the resurrection of Jesus each week, not just once a year -- hence the term "Little Easter." Sooo, if you count the days on your calendar between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday you're going to come up with more than forty, if you count Sundays. Seriously, most people could care less, but, hey, I kind of like the explanation.
Anyway, my ankle has been messed up, and I've been in quite a bit of pain. My walking has been curtailed to the minimum and to ensure that, my doctor has placed my foot in a "boot" that certainly limits my agility and speed. (I'll find out next week, if surgery is required.)
The tough part though has been the mental and emotional pain that have been a serious side effect of the ankle injury.
Walking has become my number one way to deal with my mental illness. It is my way of dealing with anxiety, offering prayers, showing my committment to continuing in recovery, moving through the crap that often gets stuck in my mind. So no walking has left me in a bind.
Thankfully, I have good friends and family that are understanding and supportive. My therapist and psychiatrist have increased my sessions and my medication. Even my orthopedist is on-board with everything and is trying to expedite my recovery.
But, in the interim, I have found myself in a funk, and I have neglected (regretfully) my lenten letters. I started to beat up on myself a bit, but remembered the mantra of every person in recovery, "Do the next right thing." So instead of calling myself a failure and quitting, I am going to celebrate "Little Easter" today and continue my lenten journey tomorrow.
Thank God for second chances.
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