ankles

This is not about girl ankles, this is about my ankle. I realized last night that it's about two years to the day that my ankle got chopped open. Which is so strange, because that means it's been almost two years since I graduated from high school as well. And strange because it seems like it just happened.

I don't think about it much. My ankle doesn't bother me most of the time, just when I hit my scar against something. But I think my right leg is still weaker than my left leg because of the accident. When I slackline, my right leg does't work very well and wobbles a lot if I try to start out on it. My left doesn't, and I think it's because of my accident when my leg turned watery. On the bright side, I can run and jump and dance and drive and play sports again.

edges

today, I feel like I was close an edge of sorts but was pulled away from it. what a weird night. it's one of those times where I look at my life as it's happening and see that God hears and works, and that he is good. that doesn't happen very often, but I'm glad that it did today when I was feeling like shit and just wanted to run and sever myself from everyone, and probably would have done just that.