Living Life In The Slow Lane: A Broken Hand Chronicle

Somewhere in the neighborhood of hell is a special kind of purgatory where dominant appendages do not exist. Having spent my entire life devoid of unfortunate events specifically resulting in broken bones, I am currently in new territory. Wrapped around my right wrist, a stealthy new black cast protects my dominant hand from any further mangling. The second of two casts in as many weeks. The first being a larger, more restrictive and torturous variation than the almost fashionable version I am currently sporting. With a little over 3 weeks left in my sentence (to this cast), time cannot pass fast enough.

Growing up a rough and tumble kid during the 80's in southern California, broken bones were more common than yards with grass. Most of my time outside of school was spent with friends racing skateboards and bikes down hills jumping homemade ramps. Not to mention the impromptu boxing matches and royal rumbles that would often breakout with the other neighborhood kids. Most often to the detriment of our bodies as we just simply did not care. No stranger to full body bruising, road rashes and some pretty nasty lacerations; it has taken me nearly 40 years to cross this bridge.

Without the aid of my favorite phalanges, life has been ridiculously obnoxious! My inability to feel truly productive on scale with my usual efforts has been equally depressing and boring. Day after day of standing still while the world keeps spinning. Watching as others do. Living the life of a passive observer. Waiting for my hand to heal enough to resume life in general. Waiting for a chance to participate once again.

The point to all of this is not a pity party but to instead express my happiness for having regained a small percentage of my ability to create and will be doing my best to rejoin the creative community here at Steemit. Although my typing is much slower and I'll have to build back up to being able to full on "Art" again, it shouldn't be too long before I'm back up to speed. I've got to say life without drumming, writing, painting, creating has been one of the hardest times of my life!

So for all of you out there still living the good life, poking and touching your way through the world, keep it that way and I'll be catching back up soon! I look forward to getting back in touch with the Steemit community after all of this time and hopefully this will be the first of many more posts to come!