out of the wheelchair

it’s time. I’m ready to go back to utah. I have learned the lesson I came home for: it’s okay to make mistakes.

but, having learned that, I face opposition from my parents in going out and applying it. of course I don’t intend to go see what I can fail at. I just need to try new things. even old things. the point of going back to utah is to try again. try everything again and see if it’s easier with my new knowledge, or at least if I survive the fall better.

let me try walking again! I’ve sat in this wheelchair long enough. yes, maybe I’ll be sore; yes, maybe I’ll need help; but I can never fully recuperate until I stand up and start putting one foot in front of the other. and eventually I’ll be good as new. it will take work to get there, I know. but I can’t get there while I’m sitting here.

new blog title

farewell to the loveable “we didn’t know she was schizophrenic.” (for the story of why we didn’t know, click here.) I’ve never been a big fan of january; it always seemed to need livening up. so, one dreary january midmorning last year, I put on one of my cowboy hats and went to lunch with some friends, who seemed to require an explanation for my peculiar headgear. I simply said, “I don’t like january. hence the cowboy hat.”

the cowboy hat then becomes a metaphor for my attempt to make life bearable, enjoyable, fun. this blog has been thoroughly helpful so far, and will probably get me through the next two months* with minimal pain and suffering (knock on wood). so…hence the cowboy hat.

*no letter. ryan says he thinks I’ll get one tomorrow. the weekly email should show up sometime tonight. crossed fingers!

and one more thing…

ryan asked me to post my collection of quotes (2000-2004). check ’em out here. you’ll enjoy.