a subject i havent felt ready to touch on yet…
but i’ve been thinking a lot about this today.
there was something protecting me that night. something pushing my mind to create a emergency plan blocks before i was even hit. even though i didn’t do anything i had planned except for look for my phone after i regained conciousness and call 911 i still feel like i did everything i was supposed to.
when people ask me what the worst part of all of this is i reply with losing my car. i had so much pride in that car. it took me forever to get my first car and i always promised myself that when i did i would get a good one. i got the best and it saved my life. it had its moments through out the year… license plates stolen, broken into twice, ran out of gas on the road once, metal rod through the tire at king soopers, etc… i still love[ed] that beast.
the weeks are long and the healing is sufferable but today, today i feel like i might regain some normalcy in the near future. i start physical therapy next week and they even said that in a few short months i’ll be able to dance again. i miss my halau so much.
in the end, i know everything will be okay. it might take months or even years but i will be okay and that’s the only thing i need to be sure of.
