My Independence (An Independent Day)




It is Friday, and I am already tired.

Normally I would be winded or even slightly ready for a weekend.  

Today was my first independent day ever.  

During the course of the day I was given a list of things to do.  

Each of the things was designed to keep me busy and to spur me onward by making sure I used good time management.

The hard part was I had to stay organized and finish the list of tasks before I left at two o'clock.

The hard part was I had to track down my therapists, and they had to sign off on my work.

Which was difficult as some of them were not here today.

First I had to plan my day out.  The list of activities were also timed meaning I had to take a lunch and had to do them at certain times of the day.

Time management was definitely part of my schedule--and I had to be organized. 

So I started earnestly.  I went from task ti task doing them in places where people could see me, specifically tasks where I needed to do 15 minutes on the arm bike or treadmill which took thirty minutes.  I got those people to sign off, and I started the work.

The hardest part was sometimes finding the therapists, but I did the work--with exactly one minute to spare.



After all of that I was tired--tired in a type of way that drained me, but I know I had to do it.  

I guess it all comes down to what Sophia said, "I couldn't be coddled, and I had to do the work."

And as I slumped to the van holding onto my water bottle I slept halfway home and pulled Margaret into my arms knowing I did the work I needed to do.

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