Last night I made the very grown up decision not to participate in the 24-Hour Project because of the trouble with my knee. This morning I was a whiny child who’d been denied some prized treat, and by mid morning I had decided that I would participate in the photo project, despite having an all-day training tomorrow and despite the impact it would have on my ability to walk.
After the opening of the training tonight, I headed home with the crazy idea that I would somehow leave Harlem at 8:30 and get to Crown Heights by 9:30 and magically have time to take a nap for a couple of hours before leaving the house at 11:30 to get started with my pre-project travel. That was clearly the plan in an alternate reality when time just bends and stretches to my will.
Train delayed forever at 34th Street. Slow bus home. And by the time I got here, my knee had been cussing like a stevedore for over an hour. Yeah. No 24-Hour Project for me this year.
This is the smart thing, of course. But I still feel like that whiny kid missing out on the treat. There’s a saying about only going as fast as the slowest part of you can go. That’s something I need to remind myself on a regular basis. Right now — and for the foreseeable future — my knees are the slowest parts of me, with my damaged one being the absolute slowest part. I can’t change that until I have and heal from the next surgery. So, for the time being, I will let my knee make some of these kinds of decisions for me.
In the meantime, I’ve already made a date for next year’s 24-Hour Project! I can be slowed down, people, but I will not be denied!
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