Looking for Answers

So – assuming everything happens for a reason, I'm thinking that my current pathetic and crutchified state is supposed to teach me something (see, that might make it bearable instead of just being bloody annoying.)

Think think think...lightbulb!

Aha - maybe it's giving me a reason to develop the following virtues (ones that are sadly lacking in Miz Betty):

Patience. It's impossible to take short cuts with broken bones. They heal in their own sweet (swear swear) time.
Acceptance. Anything else just leads to mega-frustration and rage.
Ability to ask for/accept help. This is one I have trouble with, but I will try!

And maybe it's time to stop putting all my sanity eggs in one basket! Motorcycling is my main source of sanity. Whenever I can't ride, I get twitchy, niggly, down, depressed, bloody miserable, homicidal (you get the idea.)

Over the last 3 years and 4 months – i.e., since I got my bike L's - there have been approximately 50 days when I did not ride. That's right, I have ridden almost every single day. I have about another 35 bikeless days ahead of me till my ankle is better. That's going to bite. I'm twitching already, and it's not a good look.

My other sanity saver has been trying to bring a little bit of order to my overgrown, weed-infested, drought-ridden “garden” - and I was doing so well! Until this little incident, that is.




So what else am I going to do? Knit? No thanks – tried that when I was nesting. I was hopeless, and hated it. Cook? In this heat, are you kidding? (Plus it would entail too much washing of dishes and eating of delicious, calorie-laden things). No thanks.

Looks like I'll just have to embrace insanity and learn to love my twitches.

But wait! What about blogging? I could blog to my little heart's content while I'm boring myself to death and going nowhere...but this is about my Occasional Adventures, and I'm not having too many of those at the moment.

Oh, here's an idea – how about “writing”??? Real, honest-to-God, make-up-a-story-and-write-it type writing. I'm an author, for goodness' sake – I should be authoring!


You know, the reason I started this blog in the first place was so I could spread the word about my books. Somehow I got all caught up talking about all the outdoor adventures that I have, and forgot all about the Other big adventure – my life as an author!


Hmmm. Maybe that's it. Maybe my current incapacitation is supposed to be a bit of a kick up the bum, to remind me that I'm a writer and that I need to be sitting down to write. Sheesh! A tap on the shoulder would've been enough!