Hi friends! Happy best day. 🙂
I started off the day by hopping over to the gym for a sweaty elliptical + weights session.
Yes, that’s right- unlike yesterday, I actually emerged from my apartment before 4pm, and took off my hot pink pajama shorts.
I’m sure some people are patient enough to actually shower off their sweat before preparing breakfast after a workout, but I am not one of those people. I usually workout on an empty stomach (besides a glass of OJ!) right when I wake up, so by the time I come home my stomach is yelling at me.
Pumpkin oats in a jar, a handful of blueberries, and 1/4 sliced banana, cooked with water (instead of the usual unsweetened vanilla almond milk).
Tis the season, right?
Penpal finds this oat-in-a-jar thing to be a very weird concept, but for people who love peanut/almond butter (and hate washing extra dishes), I really don’t see what’s strange here. If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
If you used to follow me back when I blogged as the Pancake Girl, or know me outside of Internet-land, then you probably recall that two years ago while I was a finishing up my last semester of grad school in NYC, I got hit by a car. I had my foot run over by a van while I was crossing the street on my way to work at CNN (I was an intern).
It was two years ago today, and I am forever changed by that split second moment.
Melodramatic, right? But I’m serious.
Reader’s digest version of this story is that the van didn’t end up breaking my foot somehow, even though the driver literally stopped his wheels on top of my foot and wouldn’t move for a good couple minutes, and the only reason the rest of me wasn’t hit was because I somehow pulled myself up and stood, waving and hit the van’s doors til the driver realized what had happened. The ER on the day of the accident did a bad job of treating me, and I ended up getting an infection in the large wound on my foot. I was admitted to the hospital, eventually had to get a skin graft surgery (good times), and then couldn’t move off the sofa for almost two weeks.
The only reason I’m even mentioning this on the blog (which I like to keep as a happy space), is because today is a date that sticks out in mind as a reminder of not only what wonderful, loving people I have in my life who were there for me during a very dark time, but also to remind all of you that each day of your life is important and not to be taken for granted. Time can escape you faster than you might ever imagine.
Maybe my story doesn’t sound very pretty, but I also know that I was very, very lucky, and that a lot of people experience far worse in their lives. I am actually pretty grateful for all that I learned from this happening.
This accident was a huge reality check for me, and gave me the courage to make a lot of changes in my life, as well as realize who I count on. So a big thank you, two years later, to my parents (my mom who did literally everything for me post-surgery, and my dad who literally never left my hospital bedside), best friends (two of which refused to take no for an answer about visiting at the hospital and brought me boxes of my favorite cookie, and two who from afar texted and showered me with support and strength), and Penpal, who was just coming back from a deployment to Iraq, and was not even yet my boyfriend.. just a wonderful friend. He sent me long emails so that I would have something else to think about while I was in the hospital being treated.
And in case you’re wondering, yes- I still graduated on from my Master’s program on time. I did a lot of homework without leaving the sofa. Thank God for the internet 😉
And with that, go hug someone and for goodness sake, eat a cookie. It’s Thursday after all.
Have you ever had something bad happen to you that ended up being a good thing in the end?