I saw a situation today online, where I was tempted to comment, but I knew that no matter how sane, rational and gentle I was I'd just get cyber-teeth sunk into me. So, I passed it by, even though I think I had a good point. It has occurred to me that I'm really a far less significant player than I once was in Baha'i cyberspace. I can't help it -- I have the pull of issues at home, and the push of too much nastiness over things that are really quite petty. And I really do want to focus on my own spiritual development, which is not helped by getting entangled in arguments.

{josquote}I wasn't afraid when the accident happened; the fear came later -- which makes no sense whatsoever, but there you go.{/josquote}

Anyway, I decided to just get some of the energy out by writing. This is the first time I've written anything since my accident -- outside of talking about the accident itself. It has been a little over a month since it happened, and I'm now almost normal -- a little tired, my leg is hurting me quite a bit today, so it's not a good day to try to see how well I can manage household chores. Might as well write, since I'm at least sitting down. A week ago, I couldn't have sat at the computer long enough to write anything longer than "Thanks for the 'get well' message."

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