I’m 5 weeks away from graduating with my Master’s Degree, I’ve applied for a PhD program which requires that I take (thus prepare for) the MAT. I’m 13 pages into a 25 page research paper, and 5.5 lectures away from finishing my last class. I’m in the midst of my busiest travel season for Cru, and I love my job.
I had a well-planned, carefully orchestrated agenda. Each day between now and December 13, like a domino, set to fall just so.
And then I fell – slipped on wet-like-ice pavement, and broke my wrist…my right wrist…the wrist that holds the hand that supports the fingers that write – research papers, click answers on MATs, finals, emails, tweets, and long-neglected blogs.
This is my left-handed, three-fingered journal of a journey I did not plan to take.