This is my bunion this summer, right when I got back from traveling through Hawaii, then to DC and NYC, back to LA and then hopping over to SF. After a month of traveling it really began to ache and I dreaded the thought that maybe all of the walking in boots (because they weighed too much to fit into my suitcase and at one point got thrown in a trash can) lugging my suitcase around cities had begun to take a tool on my poor footsy! So I decided, being the dutiful photographer that I am, I should take a picture and document what size it was so that I could tell if it was growing.
I'm sure it grew larger than this before I decide to get surgery, considering my September x-rays from one doctor were defunct to my January x-rays from another doctor. Pretty disgusting, yes?
So I'm having trouble sleeping. I'm in pain all the time. I'm restless. I'm useless. It's pretty annoying 2 1/2 weeks into it. But I know there is a plan and a purpose for this time--I'm just trying to figure out what that is.
I did come to the realization tonight that I just got a new foot. I've been trying to find a way to solidify and mark this new me--the one who has purpose and passion--and I just realized not only am I a new me, but I got a new foot to show for it (and soon, a tattoo). I got a new foot to take me to new heights and on a new journey, a new adventure--one I never really expected, one I never really believed I could have until now.
So here's to marking the end of a chapter. A redemption chapter. A story filled with character and triumph and heart break and loneliness and perseverance and grace and truth and spirit and victory!
