The past few days I have been in a mood. I've been railing internally about my situation. I can't walk properly, which is something that was previously a natural thing that required no thought or effort, I'm living in someone else's house without even my own room, and I'm making far less money than I've made in my entire adult life. and I'm in pain constantly.
So I've been more or less pi**ed off.
After work last night I took a 30 mile ride just to burn off some tension and to avoid going home. The air was unusually cool and dry and the ride felt pretty good. Very good actually.
I got to thinking about the things that had me uptight. Ok, things could be better. But they could be a lot worse, too. I coulda been killed in the car wreck. I coulda been crippled to the point of never walking again at all. I coulda been exactly in the shape I was with no place to go or no-one to take care of me. I coulda never had the wreck, kept on going like I was, and died in a few years of a heart attack because of poor diet and lack of exercise.
I coulda never gotten back into riding a bicycle again. I coulda never rediscovered the sheer joy and freedom of pedaling a bike down the road in the great outdoors.
In some really cosmic twisted way, maybe the wreck was the best thing that ever happened to me. Life is good.