Depending on your circumstances, dreaded chores like washing dishes or doing laundry are someone else’s someday vision.
I took a pretty hard spill on my bike. I was coming down a hill at night and my headlight went out. A dark spot, a speed bump, and a narrow strip of road intersected; I hit my brakes too hard and went crashing into the side of the road. The right side of my body was scraped, burned, cut, and bruised. I avoided my reflection because it looked worse than it felt. I was suddenly reminded of those simple things I take for granted. Lying on my back or reaching something off the top shelf became difficult. My first trip to the market or taking a shower without wincing in pain became a luxury. Mundane tasks became milestones.
Sometimes I have this attitude that I should do something perfectly or not at all. If it’s a nice day, I’m going to the prettiest damn park in the city or I’ll stay in and watch Netflix. We were on our way to a party when the accident happened and I decided to go anyway since it was just around the corner. My boyfriend ran to the drugstore and bought wipes and bandages and cleaned me up outside the club. I was still in shock, but managed to drink a few glasses of water and bop my head dizzily to the music. If it had been any other day, I probably wouldn’t have gone.
Over the past weeks I’ve realized that nothing is guaranteed in this life. Depending on your circumstances, dreaded chores like washing dishes or doing laundry are someone else’s someday vision. Months from now I’ll forget this and curse the wifi for not working or kick the door that won’t open. I’ll opt out of nights on the town and spontaneous excursions. I’ll lose sight of the gifts I have – my health, my dexterous fingers and spry limbs. I’ll forget just how delicate and resilient this body is; how my skin was broken and healed itself again, shiny and new. I’ll struggle to remember this: that I am here to fall down, get hurt, and get back up for another ride.