Because the day is waiting

moon shining on tree in field
Gotta look for the hope

Yesterday, September 11, was such a somber day. And rightfully so. 15 years later, it’s still hard to believe it all happened. But that’s the day the world changed for us. So, there it is.

I’m on vacation for a week, taking in some sun, and hanging out on the beach. Last night, my spouse and I were going to make a fire on the beach, but when we got there, it was much too cold and windy. So, we backed up the van to the edge of the parking lot, where the beach starts, we opened the back, and bundled up in blankets and just rested, looking at the stars and the moon on the water.


I’d made us some sandwiches for a nice light supper, and we had “waterfront dining” – the best kind. Quiet, peaceful, the place to ourselves.

I’m going out on my morning walk in a few minutes. To think. Clear my head. Just relax. I’ve been under so much pressure at work, and now they’re talking about layoffs coming. No surprises there — I just don’t know how I’ll be affected, or if I’ll be affected at all.

I’m glad to be away from all that. So, so glad. Even if it’s just for a week.

Now, about that day…


Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

2 thoughts on “Because the day is waiting”

  1. Enjoy your time away – live in the moment!

    Quick comment/update: My daughter wore her contact lenses to her class today – first time in public. Fingers crossed all goes well. Ran her first official invitiational too – time was a 7:54 min/mile, so slight improvement and it was a longer distance. Current issues–need to apply for accommodations for the College Board testing. Working on that with her neurologist and vision optometrist. At this point, all we might need is the hat–remaining hopeful, but in some ways, I don’t think the overall request for that and the sunglasses will be approved (don’t know until you ask –and provide ALL the documentation). Take care & enjoy your peaceful surroundings and this time with your spouse.

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  2. Hey – a sub-8-minute mile is not bad at all. Nice progress there. It’s better to make steady progress over time, than to leap ahead and then not be able to sustain the same trajectory of progress, so that’s good.

    Best of luck with the “obstacle course” ahead of you. Who knows? Maybe your daughter’s request(s) will cause people to rethink their approach, thus making it better for others, later on. I’m sure your daughter is taking notes about her experience, for when she enters the professional field. As frustrating and confounding as this is, it’s excellent training for the future.

    Good luck and have a wonderful day.


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