I’m in the middle of my Haj leave. It’s actually a forced leave (on my bosses’ part since they find it a travesty to let any member of their staff go on leave as long as they’re on duty… riiiiight). I needed a rest and one week isn’t even enough. 3 more days of treasured freedom to go.
I had another one of those life-altering epiphanies this week. And, no, I didn’t win the lottery. But it was exhilarating in a different aspect and degree. Then I suddenly blacked out, fell on my knees (you should see the bruises) and BANGED my head on the tiled wall. Oh joy. The bump itself is wonder to behold. Pththt.
It did nothing to ruin the moment. In fact, it just added consistency to the event. In all important things in my life, in all the major turning points, I manage to mix in a lot of slapstick and dry humor with the serious parts. I stopped worrying about it after I turned 10, it just made remembering easier.