Borrowed Balance & Mexican Food
🌼 Date: Friday, February 20, 2026
⚡ Energy: Low Battery, Minimal Output
❤️🩹 Status: Still Wobbly, Still Healing
😔 Outlook: Borrowing Strength Until Mine Comes Back
Nothing big happened today.
No appointments.
No milestones.
No dramatic wins.
Just healing.
Casey convinced me to go out for Mexican food tonight. And by “convinced,” I mean he gently encouraged me to leave the house and exist somewhere other than the recliner.
Sometimes that’s what love looks like.
Getting ready felt like preparing for a small expedition. Shoes on. Slow steps. Mental pep talk. And of course, securing my balance assistant — also known as my husband.
My legs are still not steady under me. The lipsky legs remain committed to the bit. So everywhere we go, I hold onto Casey’s arm.
Through the parking lot.
Into the restaurant.
Past the hostess stand.
I know he doesn’t mind.
He never hesitates. Never sighs. Never rushes me.
But every time I reach for his arm, it’s a reminder.
One more thing I can’t quite do on my own right now.
Independence has always been my thing. I’m used to being the one who carries things. Fixes things. Moves quickly. Gets it done.
Now I move carefully.
Measured.
Attached.
It’s humbling.
But here’s the other side of that coin — I’m not doing this alone.
There is something quiet and powerful about letting someone steady you. About allowing support instead of fighting for independence out of pride.
Dinner was simple. Chips. Salsa. Conversation. Me trying not to look like I just ran a marathon walking from the car.
And honestly? It was good to be out. Even if I needed an arm to do it.
Healing isn’t flashy right now. It’s small. It’s slow. It’s borrowing strength while my body rebuilds its own.
The legs will steady.
The stamina will return.
Until then, I’ll take the arm offered to me.
And the tacos.
Always the tacos.
💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time
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