You’ve probably seen this summer’s Jeep Renegade commercial, featuring music by X Ambassadors.
“And I say hey
Hey hey hey
Living like we’re renegades”
Images of summer living fill the screen: Wilderness. Water. Off-roading. Youth and strength and carefree fun. And then there’s that closing voiceover: “Take off and take on anything.”
This summer I’ve been doing just that: taking on anything. Or rather, lots of daily everythings. Short, tentative walks on my own. Climbing the stairs. Light house chores. And resting. (Plus becoming thoroughly sick of daytime television!)
I didn’t get the words right when I first saw this commercial (my second day home from the hospital, May 5). “Living like” in my mind became “Living life.”
And I cried a little. From my safe spot on the downstairs sofa, alone with a walker and a cane for company, I shed tears. Because I was alive, rescued by God’s grace and dedicated medical professionals from severe illness. Life is a beautiful thing.
I did not know then what the future held (setbacks from kidney surgeries), and my horizon could well have cloudy skies. But I’m living life, rebuilding health, and I am grateful.
Yesterday, another milestone. I felt well enough to finish that elusive Chapter 33 of my almost-finished novel. A victory!
I guess this means that my novel is living along with me. It feels good to make progress.
And maybe, after the book is released, I should buy a Jeep. You think? But not a hardtop. This is the rainy Pacific Northwest, so of course I must have a convertible.