Tuesday, as you know, I had a wonderful day out. The reason for getting out was to pick up a couple of composition books. The old-fashioned kind of hard cardboard and mottled design. I am using one for the pain journal I must keep and have re-discovered how wonderfully durable they are. And cheap. The couple I picked up was only .94¢ each. Thankfully, because I am in a wheelchair, I get to ride public transit for free. (Some people bitch about this, but I am thankful. I am not rich and getting around is already a pain, so I will gladly take the some perks along the way.)
After my gallant Wal-Mart shopping spree – oh, there was also the purchase of eyeglass cleaning implements – I headed on downtown to the library where I felt my day actually relax.
This was my first visit to the library in several months. Monday I had gone down through my list in GoodReads to see what books I should catch up on, especially since I had nothing to read, and then went on-line to Lexington Public Library site and check to see if any of the books I wanted to read next were available. They were. Put in a request for them and received notification within 24 hours I could pick them up.
Not content to just pick up the books I had waiting for me, I roamed the stacks and took some notebooks and journals with me to jot in while I was there. However, by the time I left I had to actually spend $2 for a library bag to hold the extra books I discovered.
Sitting at a small table on the second floor looking out over the small square of town, pen in hand, journal open, I felt…free. It was the first time I have felt that way since this arthritis flare began. Yes, there is still a lot of pain and discomfort. Yes, I am extremely careful about how long I stay out and where I go, but not going isn’t an option. I refuse to stop having a life. It may slow down, but it will not stop. In many ways, yesterday’s freedom was a reclamation of my life and living. It was taking a step over a line drawn in the sands of challenge.
The freedom of the moment Tuesday has affected today. I am writing. The time spent writing is split between having to take rest breaks, but the writing is progressing and the story is moving forward in leaps and bounds, as well as other writing projects that have suddenly sprung up for me to tackle.