I’m closing on my house in Florida tomorrow. I finally feel like for the first time in my life I’m really doing my thing, what I want and not conforming to some vision that other people came up with as to what I ‘should’ do or how I ‘should’ behave. I’m doing what’s best for me and my husband, and our marriage. That’s certainly what matters most.
We arrived in St. Pete last night and have been exploring the city since we got here. On foot. We’ve been walking around. I remember when I wrote this post. When I wrote that, curbs were really scary to me. A small curb felt like a freakin’ mountain. I remember the feeling, the fear. Anyone reading this that never had a stroke, going up and down a curb is second nature to you and doesn’t require any concentration whatsoever. Have a stroke, that changes. Drastically.
But walking around this flat city, curbs are no longer scary to me. I won’t say it’s second nature for me, I’m still very aware that it’s a different level of ground, but it doesn’t require much extra concentration for me to navigate a curb. I squeeze my husband’s hand a little tighter when approaching a curb but I don’t have to think about doing the whole ‘Up with the good, down with the bad’ thing anymore. 6 years after the stroke and it’s so different and better than those first couple of years post-stroke. So, so much better. It gets better.