Twin Twangs: Mercy in Reinjury
Twang, twang. It was the worst-case scenario for an Achilles recovery. The sudden pangs that came with the twin twangs took my breath away.
But I forced my best poker face and limped on.
Twang, twang. It was the worst-case scenario for an Achilles recovery. The sudden pangs that came with the twin twangs took my breath away.
But I forced my best poker face and limped on.
I woke up in a bad way. Anxiety, sadness and—the worst—self-pity were flying all around me. The joy-snatching “If-Birds” wanted to nest.
These Long, Hard-Pressed Days I didn’t come into Advent knowing it would squish me like Flat Stanley. This of all weeks, I thought it would come easy. I didn’t know I would have to take joy. My workload has been heavier than any month is the past 20 years. I turned off the lights at…