On being injured in a fast paced life

Theres nothing like being unable to physically move to give the mind a chance to race. Everything suddenly comes to a halt in one singular moment of falling. Before I knew it, everything was racing by, and then I was in the air. I wanted to think about how to land but before I knew it, I was on my butt, and back up, adrenaline pumping. I didn’t feel the pain until after the two hour hike out. It wasn’t until the next day that the whiplash set in, and the bruise began to form under my hip. My ankle was swollen and my back wouldn’t bend. Nothing was broken, but it would be a minute before I would be able to return to work. So here I sit, practicing the lost art of patience. Healing. Its crazy