When this is over…

I’m going to lower myself to a sitting position on the ground then stand up. Repeatedly. I’m going to pick up everything I can possibly carry-books, the remote, laptop, coffee, camera, folders, the paper, jars filled with buttons-at the same time. Carry them from room to room and deposit them in a random fashion. I’m going to set things down one at a time. Maybe I’ll pick up something new while I’m at it. Simply because I can.

I’m going to go to the grocery store, by myself, and push a cart. I’m going to pick items off the shelf and examine them closely. I will scrutinize details and be picky, take my time. I’m going to take a bath.

I’m going to drive my car, my car with a stick shift. I’m going to push in the clutch with my left foot. I’m going to drive all over in my car that I have not been able to drive for months because I miss it. I’m going to dance. Alot.

I’m not going to be afraid to walk in the snow. In fact, I’m going to LOVE snow. I’m not going to be afraid to walk in general. I’m going to have a snowball fight, make a snow angel. I’ll enjoy winter instead of being held captive by it.

I’m never going to sit in a wheelchair again. Unless of course, I need to. I’ll never use the handicap stall even if I’m the only one in the restroom. It’s a sacred place intended for those belonging to a sacred club. One I’m dying to be out of.

I’m going to run. Everywhere. Walking is cool but running is better. I’ll run through town. Miles and miles of just me running. I’m going to pick up a sport, something good like base jumping. I’m going to clean the bathroom.

I’m going to go to the store and park at the far end of the parking lot. I’m going to find the parking space furthest from where I want to be and park in it. Then I’ll walk across the lot to take care of my business and savor every step.