Monday, May 5, 2008
It's Like Rain on Your Wedding Day
I'm starting to feel a little like that guy in the old Twilight Zone sketch who just wanted time to read - then got infinite time and infinite books and broke his glasses. Before my accident I was so stressed my hair was falling out. I was - as I mentioned in a previous post - trying to do everything and not doing anything well. Then everything came to a sudden, jarring stop. Now I find myself with no obligations, responsible for nothing. The catch is, I can't actually DO anything that would lead me to enjoy or even appreciate this newfound leisure. Isn't it ironic?