It's the end of a long week (though only 4 days...it sure seems like more) and I'm smiling inside. It's Friday. Rain is drumming on the roof as I sit in the attic and transcribe music to put on the Web for my students. I've given my first test in Computer Tech, every student except one showed up for it, and all of my students have made some improvement this week. I gave a really weird violin lesson to one of my adult students (picture us lying on the carpet breathing while her 12-year-old son watches us with mild disbelief from the couch...) and she trusted me and really got it and will be a completely different violinist by next week. I made some killer asparagus and avocado sushi rolls. I discovered my spiccato problem and began to take steps to fix it. I realized that I'm going to be able to play Nutcracker this year without "cheating" in places because my left hand feels [mostly] like a hand.
These are all good. Especially the hand. But the big moment happened yesterday afternoon as I dashed across the busy street on my walk home from school. I reached the other side and realized that I hadn't even thought about it; I'd just looked both ways and gone for it. I would never have tried that last year because I'd have been afraid that the leg would trip and I'd end up getting nailed.
Taking things like running across the street for granted. Life is amazing.