My wings have been clipped, but not cut off.
A few days before Christmas the doctor ordered an MRI on my left ankle. For months I had experienced swelling and a limited range of motion. Long story, short, the scan results showed a small tear in a ligament. To help it heal, I’ll wear a soft-cast for six weeks. Six weeks to hopefully avoid surgery. Wearing the soft-cast is clunky and at times uncomfortable. My car is a manual, so I have to shift gears to not driving, or limited driving my husband’s car. Oh, and the boot is taller than any of my shoes. I’m not good at being less than one hundred percent healthy. I get a little fussy. We’ve had a major snow (about 10”), making going outside challenging. My wings have been clipped.
Recently, I have had several conversations about suffrage. What is the purpose of suffering? Be it a six-week inconvenience of hobbling around, and thumping up and down steps, to the suffering of those who are plagued with much longer-lasting pain and inconvenience. On either side of suffering, what is its purpose? Lessons to last a lifetime.
I’m a week into this challenge. So far, I’ve learned that if I stand up straighter, my gate isn’t as gimpy. Interesting idea, standing up straighter when the burden is pulling you down. A straighter posture helps me feel more control over my challenge. I am stronger overall than my ankle feels now. Do we let one burden steal the strength of so many other blessings? Is this an opportunity for me to decide how I will react to a challenge instead of letting the challenge itself control my attitude?
Is this an opportunity to slow down? I’ve just had two restful holiday weeks off work. Why did the ligament in my leg fail now? Truth is, it failed months ago, and I chose to ignore it. Perhaps this suffrage gives me the opportunity to not rush into the new year. How guilty we are at looking forward so much that we don’t see what today holds. We rush time. We wish our way to what’s next to the point where we can’t pay attention to this day, this hour, or this minute.
I’ve been given six weeks to slowly begin 2025. My caution is to not waste the slowness. Clunking around in this boot is tiresome. I’ll embrace resting more. But I won’t become lazy. May we all embrace Winter slowness to savor time and embrace what each season offers. Spring with it’s renewal of life, Summer full of sunshine, and colorful Fall.
Would love your thoughts.
KK
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those New Year’s resolutions (#newyearsresolution) holding up for you? By now, many have given up. As I’ve shared with you, I’m a little behind on things and had to give myself permission to take the month to catch up. So far, so good.
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