Eye on the prize...

Sometimes when, hypothetically, things like fracturing your fifth metatarsal happen, the only way to get through it is to bite the bullet, stop, breathe, and remember what is ahead.  The future is still coming, and whatever you have to do will get done, despite some slight adjustments.

OK, so I did fracture my fifth metatarsal.  And the timing is, frankly, shitty.  But Hair will still happen.  Founder's Day will still happen.  Finals will, unfortunately, still happen.  The summer will still happen.  England will still happen (got accepted to my study abroad program- YAY!).  Things just need to be taken in slow, hobbling stride.  Which is hard for me, to say the least.  I would say this is an opportunity to stop and smell the flowers, but it's spring and the flowers are out to kill me.  So I'll stop to look at them from afar instead.  That's just what it's going to have to be about: making the best of everything while taking care of myself.  Not a bad life attitude either.