I have the opportunity to know my future. I found out today that an ankle I royally hurt nine months ago does in fact need surgery. Followed by four weeks of non-weight bearing aka crutches. Follow that with four weeks of a walking boot. Follow that with four weeks of rehab.
But here's the funny thing. I knew it was really injured and probably needed surgery. But my first thought was I get lots of time to write.
Writing has moved high enough up the rungs on the priority ladder that I'm kind of looking forward to the excuse to sit and write. Plus, transportation via crutches makes for awesome abs if done right, and luckily, I'm accomplished in such modes of moving.
What has made you realize you are more of a writer than you thought you were? Do any of you *get* to know what is coming in your future? Did anyone else notice that in my frantic week of survival mode, my blog posts have been really short?