I Can.

Mom and Dad's obscenely indulged and chubby midwestern squirrels. 

I've had a few days to mull over my spectacular crash and burn episode during my trip back to the midwest last week.

Initially, my reaction went something like this:

Oh. My. Gosh. I will NEVER travel by myself again. I will never rent a car by myself again. I just can't do this.

But after further reflection, I've decided that that line of reasoning is nothing short of a bucket of nonsense.

No, what I am now thinking is this:

Oh. My. Gosh. How inept I was at deciphering my body's signals. How silly of me to think that I could just blindly push through my crash, and that it was OK to put myself and others in danger simply because I was too proud to admit that I needed help. 


I will NEVER travel without making better plans. I will travel alone again -- but I will honor those messages that my body sends me regardless of what I want to do. Instead of what I CAN do. 


People with far greater disabilities than mine travel and live independent lives, and there's no reason that I can't either. It's just a matter of planning and preparation. All of which take careful thought and plenty of time. 


I can do that. I will do that.