I spent just over an hour at urgent care yesterday, getting my foot / ankle checked out. It’s sprained. Nothing but rest, really, is the mandate. Today’s weather is stunningly perfect. Too bad I can’t go for a nice long walk.
I got a book out of the library, a fun self-help-ish sort of read, where the author asks the reader to recall what she liked to do before the age of 10 – as a clue or indicator to what the adult self is good at, is willing to work at. R. and I had talked about this once, when she was reading (and had recommended to me) the book about surviving narcissistic mothers, which I then also read: both of us were utterly incapable of naming anything. It was really distressing. R. went so far as to ask her mother, who was of course of no use whatsoever. After today’s reading, it occurred to me that learning – acquiring knowledge – across many domains was probably what I enjoyed most, what I was willing to work at. I suspect R. is the same.
