I first learned about "taking a knee" when Bob played soccer. When one of the players from either team was injured, the players stopped the game and were told to kneel down (take a knee) until the injured player was up and off the field.
In January, there was a lot going on over here. Good stress and bad stress but stress is stress and it takes it's toll physically and emotionally. I was ready for a re-set in February. I looked forward to starting the new year over with the new month. I took it easy for a few days and then it was business as usual. I powered through.
On Saturday I was taking Bob to his baseball lesson. I took off in a jog towards Bob who I had told to walk ahead while I got my bag out of the car. My left foot hit a bump in the sidewalk and I went flying. I came down hard on my knee, hip, hands, wrist, and face. Bob came running to me. I lay on the ground, stunned for a minute or so. He checked to see if I felt like I had broken anything. Bob found my phone and I texted Mr. Rosenberg to come pick us up. I knew I needed to get home and that I wasn't in shape to drive. Bob was a champ. I was a mess.
It's been four days since my fall and the recovery is taking longer than I had anticipated. I thought by Monday I'd be back in the swing of things. Not so much. My wounds are healing but I'm feeling exhausted and beaten up. This morning I told Bob that I had go to a meeting at 9:00. He answered, "No you don't." He was right.
It's time for me to take a knee. For myself.
I'm doing as little as possible and trying to be okay with that. Easy to say, harder to do. But for now, every day is pajama day. It'll take as long as it takes and perhaps a little longer.