42 must mean something special, because it’s been 42 days since I’ve been injured and I have another 42 days until I return to the working class.

I really wanted to go back to work early because I need (need need) the money. But there are other things that I need, need, need to resolve: my insomnia.

Maybe the Lord Universe Above has given me this opportunity to learn to live on a tight budget, appreciate what I have (which is a lot), and finally crush my nemesis: insomnia.

My sleep hygiene and self control are abysmal. But hey, 42 days! And if there’s something I can definitely work on— it’s that. (Plus avoiding the Blue, and rehabbing my ankle). For a non-healthy person, these are substantial goals.

I will now try to avoid self pity or comparing myself to those that can ice skate and get paid. Or those that have higher power goals.

Meh. I acknowledge it. Anyway, 42 is the big number for me. Let’s see how much I can do.