Getting a Leg Up

This is a day of firsts. The first snowfall of the season. My first day at the new job. My first day with a prosthesis. And who knows what else? The day is not over, after all.

The new leg is one of those experiences which is too big to fit into my consciousness all at once. All the people in my life are simply agog with excitement, but to me it doesn't feel like anything worth getting worked up over. The whole package--the accident, the amputation, the prosthesis--has slammed forcefully into the consciousness of everyone around me. But it is simply to big for me to let in the front door. If I were to experience the whole thing at once, it would no doubt damage my figurative doorjambs, so it's being lowered in carefully through the skylight.

And I was right about the new job: it's easier to grow in freefall; there are no ceilings.