I have always tried things I wasn’t necessarily sure would work.
You may feel free to read the post before this if you need proof. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
A couple of weeks ago I felt something different in my right foot.
It wasn’t a good feeling. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It was a surprise that it was any kind of feeling at all.
It just felt different.
Really great way to describe it. I know.
So last night I decided to test a theory.
I had Pete standing ready in case I wasn’t quite as ready as I was willing to guess I was.
I stood up.
I put both feet on the ground.
I let go of my safety handles.
Both of my legs and feet supported me as my left hand finished a task that WASN’T holding on for on for dear life.
For the first time since I had my strokes I stood on my own two feet without grasping something.
It felt amazing.
It was a step in a direction I don’t even know how to navigate.
I had waited for this.
I’m ready for the future to start again.