Yesterday was my last day at my job and my last day in DC. Today I'll wait for the rush hour traffic to die down before making my drive south.
|Oh, theBERRY, always giving me those giggles.|
Yesterday was also my last physical therapy appointment, and now we wait to see if my new hip issue lessens without professional help... else, I start up another PT regimen.
|Electrotherapy at its finest.|
I am so incredibly hopeful that this new adventure brings about the happiest of happenings.
I hope I:
- Return to running (!!!)
- Continue to foam roll and stretch
- Get better at yoga
But I also hope I:
- Remember all that I've learned here
- Treat people nicely - I don't know their battles - I'm looking at you, crazy, screaming Metro passenger
- Branch out and try new things
I'm considering my trek a "drive of faith." I'm not completely ready to depart, but I need to trust the timing of my life (another one of my favorites sayings). I left PT with a new injury that's not totally resolved. I am leaving DC without saying good bye to some folks. I didn't go to the top of the Washington Monument, I never toured the White House, and I didn't even see a celebrity... I know, my life is in shambles.
I am putting all of my trust into God. I am trusting Him to return me to the sport I love without my hand-holding therapist. I am trusting Him that the relationships built here will always be sources of fond memories. And I'm trusting Him that this path I'm forging now is where I need to be in this moment.
What are you dealing with on your "drive of faith?"