Yesterday was the 5th anniversary of my accident. 5 years! It seems like a million and just last week, too. (If you are new to an apple a day or want a refresher course in the importance of motorcycle helmet laws, please start here.)
I spent all day feverishly working so I think I managed to escape any PTSD flareups this time around. I took a mini break from work in the afternoon and ended up buying Micha and I plane tickets to Paris and Holland. How's that for a celebration of survival? We leave in 12 days. Clearly, I can't be trusted with a credit card.
Honestly though, I'm feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for my lot in life. My seven fingers have turned out to be mighty lucky and you're a big part of why.