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About two weeks ago, I broke my left wrist snowboarding. The inconvenience of showering with a bag over your arm aside, the worst part is that my family and I had planned to go to Costa Rica for break—it was sort of a “last hurrah” vacation since my sister’s break and mine aligned. Now, pending possible surgery to turn me into part robot with plates and screws, I might have to miss the trip. Surgery for break… or sun tanning on the beach? I’ll take the latter, please.
Ok, so what’s the point of all this? Life throws you curve balls. Not only have I adapted quite well to life one handed (a flawlessly typed blog, I hope, is proof!), but I know I can adapt to either Spring Break plan. So, I might be in Costa Rica with a cast—swimming and surfing are out of the picture, but spending time with my family, indulging in delicious food, and baiting the monkeys with bananas will still be plenty of fun. If I stay in Boulder, I’ve already got a list of books read and plenty of lunch and coffee dates with friends who are sticking around for the week.
What’s the point in being bummed about something you can’t change? My life is great as it stands—I live in a beautiful place and I’m surrounded by wonderful people. Two months in a cast or six weeks in a splint + surgery really isn’t that bad.