“I woke up blind without warning
and live my life with very little sight.
And yet foot surgery
has shown me
that there are still
so many lessons
left to learn.”

 

* DL = Disabled Lessons

When you dodge a proverbial bullet, there is usually some type of injury from the warning shots that were no doubt fired (how else would you know to duck/run/take cover?) and the intricate maneuvering you’ve had to perform to avoid being hit (without time for stretching) by a bad business deal, relationship, career move or all-encompassing moral decision. You may be left with a pulled hamstring or a back out of alignment, or some skinned knees and sore everything from the stop, drop and roll. But hopefully you will heal quickly and the lasting effects will be minimal. Even if clichés are not your thing, “It could have been worse” was never more true.

Listen to your gut in all things. You will save yourself internal injuries, those of the heart and soul.

My husband has suddenly developed the habit of leaving empty water bottles all over the house. After the three stages of old-married-coupledom: 1) Ask, 2) Tell, 3) Yell, I thought perhaps a story was in order. After all, that’s how children learn.

The text conversation went like this:

Me: In “Sex & The City”, Charlotte and Harry get married and he moves into her Park Avenue apartment. He leaves tea bags all over and they stain the counters and tables. You, you leave water bottles everywhere. No stain, but still a pain.

Him: Didn’t he also walk and sit around naked?

Water bottles will come and go, but the laughter, that remains.

 

I recently heard the familiar slogan, “Dance Like Nobody’s Watching”. I always thought that was good advice. Now, because of my vision loss, I am both more inside my head than I ever was (and I spent a lot of time in there when fully sighted), and also completely focused on my environment in the interest of safety. The details of my surroundings are no longer available to me, therefore, I operate on shapes and outlines. If someone’s eyes are on me, mine don’t see it. I live my life as if no one is watching.

That does not mean, however, that I don’t sometimes worry about what people think, especially when I do something visually-impaired-ish, like hold something close to my eyes to see it or I walk right up to a public restroom door to determine if it’s a men’s or women’s room or I don’t smile back at a stranger because I don’t know their frown turned upside down is directed at me. But for the most part, all my attention is on what I’m doing so that I don’t fall or succumb to any number of potential dangers that await.

Take it from me, the only eyes that matter are your own.

 

I usually spend one day a week writing this blog, fleshing our ideas I jot down as they come to me. When the day comes to post a particular draft, I read through it and often find myself making changes when I thought it was done and ready to go. It’s frustrating because I was happy with it, then I’m not.

As I made my 9th edit the other morning to a supposedly done deal, I thought about how we all edit our lives over and over again. What we were content with last week or last year doesn’t work for us anymore, so we delete or we add, we try something new and see how it feels.

My writing about my life is like my life: Always a work in progress. From the smallest of modifications to a complete overhaul, the purpose of each revision is an improvement. And if it turns out that it’s not, it’s okay. In life and in blogs, there is no limit on the numbers of edits you can make.

 

Our local police chief passed away suddenly at an unacceptable age, and his family organized a motorcade carrying his body through our community, giving the residents he served an opportunity to pay their respects. I was among the many who lined our streets and the gray day seemed appropriate for the occasion.

I didn’t know the Chief but I do know that if I had needed him, he would have been there for me. And isn’t that the very definition of a friend?