"The Fog"

Last week at gymnastics practice I sprained my ankle. As I sat on the uncomfortably glossed wood floor with an awkwardly large bag of frigid ice strapped too tightly to my swelling ankle I began to see “the fog.” Now, keep in mind, this supposed “fog” could very well have been the excess amount of bar chalk floating through the air, but stick with me people. Later that week, on Christmas day in fact, I noticed “the fog” once more. In this instance, however, “the fog” could have been confused with smoke billowing out of the oven as the food burned, but that’s alright. How odd, it seemed, that I had seen the fog twice within a three day interval. Now, I know I’m not crazy, or at least I hope I’m not, but “the fog” for me illustrated a need to step back and appreciate what I had in my life. Although I was annoyed to be sitting on an uncomfortable gym floor with an ankle sprain, I had to be thankful that at least it was not broken, and that I was not seriously injured. And as I saw the gush of smoke float out of the open door on Christmas, I had to be thankful that I even had food to eat on Christmas. Sometimes, I even feel thankful for being in AP English because it has opened my eyes to so many ideas and thoughts that I would have missed, like trying to analyze opaque substances as they drift through the air. Ultimately, “the fog” helped me appreciate everything that I have this holiday season, and helped to remind me that sometimes we’re all a little crazy.