It was a lovely, warm fall day when my daughter and I were out for lunch. We were in a new town and I allowed her to choose our destination. Mexican food for the win! We waited a few minutes for our table to be wiped down and then the server proceeded to guide us to the outdoor dining area. To my horror, there was only one clean table and it was a high top table with long-legged stools. Shit shit shit! I cannot get up on those stools! I don’t even feel like pretending that I can sit comfortably at that table. My ass don’t move like that and will not fit on that little square they call a seat!
My daughter chose her seat and I stood next to mine for a few minutes. I’m sure she was wondering what was so important on my phone that I needed to stand in order to finish looking at it. It felt like a scene from an old western movie. You hear the background music? “Alright lady! You gonna wrestle yourself onto that stool or you gonna just stand there?” I checked the stability of the stool - metal, with four straight long legs, two feet on concrete and two on gravel - hmmm, might be a problem. I checked the table. It came up to my chest. I looked around to see if any low tables had cleared out - nope.
In one smooth movement like a gazelle swooping, wait, gazelles don’t swoop. In one smooth movement like a lion pouncing on a gazelle, I hoisted myself onto the stool. I FIT! Holy shit, I fit! I secured my feet onto the bars under my chair and on the empty stool next to me. I was not struggling to find comfort. I fit.
I am learning to try things that I was previously unable to do. I sat on the couch, brought my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. I swang on the swings really high and laughed with my friend doing tricks next to me. I skipped! Yes, I skipped! I am only limited by my own imagination. What will be next?
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