Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
I think the events of the past few weeks (months) have finally caught up with me. I’m crying again. Honestly I haven’t cried as much as I have this year. It’s like my body has stored all the tears up for now.
This year has been challenging to say the least. It’s been one thing after another. Hit after hit. And it’s not just lots of little things, it’s big life changing things too.
Covid wasn’t in my Top 5 bad things for 2020. It is now. I’ve never been worried about the virus. I’ve always been worried about the consequences of it. My Mum now having it feels like a weird irony.
Thankfully she’s responding well to treatment. But it’s another thing to deal with. She’s been through so much already. She’s been in and out of hospital since 19 July last year.
It’s hard knowing I can’t see her or my Dad because of Covid.
Today I just feel like every aspect of my life is a little off. Every area needs some attention, effort or TLC. But I can’t do that if I feel like I have no energy to give.
So today I stop. Today I focus on me. Today I sit on the sofa, watch Disney films, have kitten cuddles and cry as much as I need. Today I give myself some TLC.
This is a massive positive for me as it wasn’t that long ago that I would have beaten myself up and made myself keep going.
Today I stop. Tomorrow I get going again. It will be better I’m sure.
So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life.
I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began...
I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover.
I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling.
The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020.
This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!
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