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I spent a few minutes trying to come up with a clever title alluding to Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" because I went for my first walk alone this afternoon, but the title wasn't working. I decided just to break out the good news in the first sentence.[...]
My friend Q is a brilliant writer, and that title came from her. She recently posted on her Facebook a reflection on her struggles and concluded with the idea that she needed to remember to take life ten minutes at a time. This is a lesson she's been living for eight years, and I've just joined in nine months ago.[...]
My dad is a morning person; my mom is the furthest thing from it. I take after my mother.
I've never liked mornings, and they are all the more difficult for me now. Each morning my first medication alarm goes off to tell me to take the muscle relaxant an hour before I get out of bed and take more medications. The first alarm doesn't require a lot of conscious thought, but when the second alarm goes off, I have to remember that my feet don't move on their own, that my hip and leg muscles have stiffened up again through the night, and I have to fight to get them to move to even roll over and get out of bed.[...]
This Friday Germany celebrated unification day, so there were no classes for any of our students. All of my juniors had packed up Thursday night for a long field trip to Normandy ending Sunday night in Paris. The school graciously allows them Monday to recover from the sleep deprivation which meant I had a long weekend with time for adventure as well as prep before the students' return tomorrow.[...]
