A year ago today, I found myself sitting on the polished floorboards of the King George V Rec Centre tucked underneath the Sydney Harbour Bridge, clutching at my wrist.
The registrar asked if I had seen my x-rays, and I shook my head in the negative. Her face dropped and she said, “Ooooh!” rather ominously, then asked us to follow her into a consulting room. I looked at my sister with wide eyes, and whispered to her, “That’s not good. Not good.”
Sometimes life bites you in the arse. Hard. I took a tumble at basketball on Wednesday night and have spent the last 44 hours in hospital. I had surgery this morning to have a plate inserted in my wrist. But I cried when it was apparent I wouldn’t make it to see the Swans in the Preliminary Final tonight. So I have made it home with 90 minutes to spare. My lovely sister is cooking fancy pizza, I’m freshly bathed and morphined up. And we’re going to Cheer Cheer the red and the white from the comfort of the couch.
It was a chilly 12 degrees Celsius (53F) and the sun had not yet reached us on the south-western face of the mountain. We each put in our ear buds, and set off with little ceremony or fanfare.
I am starting to view my life less as a series of planned adventures and more as a path, a journey with twists and turns and unexpected hiccups and fortuitous events. And even though I haven’t changed on the outside, I’ve done a hell of a lot of growing on the inside.
#1: I am almost finished the classes I’ve been taking. I’m almost there, almost done. Almost. Seeing my dwindling ‘to do’ list is empowering. I’ve been on a self-imposed exile whilst I’ve been attending to this. It’s the only way I’ve been able to get the shit done. The highlights of my weeks are going for a run around the neighbourhood every few days, and to the supermarket once a week. Simple (and rather monotonous), but it’s keeping me accountable. I can’t wait to have my days back, my nights. I have made a list of all the things I want to do when I finish up, and naturally, all at once! Taking pottery classes, getting a tarot card reading, riding my bike to the airport and watching every Wes Anderson film in order before his new film ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ is previewed at the Dendy at the end of March. I’ll be celebrating wrapping things up by seeing some comedy this Friday night. I was lucky enough to score some tickets to see Wil …