The Storm and the Calm
Week 6 reminded me — yet again — that life is messy, unpredictable, and oddly beautiful in between. Some days it feels like everything conspires to test your patience. Other days, the tiniest wins make your heart do a little happy dance.
Tiny Wins, Big Energy
This week, my leg took a small but steady step forward without any drama. Nana naps became sacred — short bursts of rest that somehow made everything feel manageable. Social sparks also kept me afloat — coaching calls, friend check-ins, and random “how’s the leg?” texts — all gentle reminders that people show up when it counts.
Chaos, Crutches, and the Rain Show
Of course, not everything went smoothly. Navigating puddles and uneven pavements on crutches is basically an Olympic sport now, and yes, life threw a few curveballs: broken glass, a minor infection, and surprise downpours. But here’s the thing — even when the clouds were clearly mocking me, joy found a way in. My daughter and her friend set up a little stall outside in the rain, selling their latest creations. Umbrella in hand, soaked to the bone, I laughed along with them, marvelling at how chaos can coexist with happiness.
Small Steps, Big Shifts
Physio sessions, which once felt like medieval torture, are starting to feel… almost satisfying. Every wobble-free step counts. Every tiny improvement is progress. And accepting help? That’s no weakness. It’s smart. Life isn’t a parade to watch from the sidelines — it’s a carnival to jump into. Step on the rides. Taste the cotton candy. Laugh when the carousel spins you dizzy.
Looking Ahead
Looking ahead to Week 7, I’m keeping a few things in mind: celebrate tiny wins, show up even when it’s messy, rest when needed, and always find humor in the chaos. Because sometimes, laughter is the glue that holds everything together.
✨ Takeaways
- Tiny steps still mean progress.
- Tears, naps, and chaos are signs of strength, not failure.
- Life is a carnival, not a parade — jump in, ride the rides, taste the cotton candy.
- Unexpected joy can appear even in pouring rain.
Here’s to Week 7: more laughs, more tiny victories, fewer breakages, and maybe an extra umbrella or two. Keep stepping, keep smiling, and never underestimate the quiet power of hope and humor.
