Normally -- from the moment I wake up to the minute I am ready to hit the sack -- I wear corrective lenses. One morning a few weeks ago, a random "let's try something new" mood swept over me and I decided to go through the day without them. Oh how fun!
Guess who didn't make it past breakfast?
Throughout my meal, I felt frustrated that I couldn't clearly see the details of the morning I am accustomed to enjoying. The adorable squirrel sitting on the lunchbox affixed to the behemoth beech tree? A brown blob. The big bush we refer to as grand central station, peppered with chirpy little sparrows? A big green blob.
I felt as if something had been taken away.
It took me a few minutes of sitting alone, annoyed, to realize that nothing in fact had been taken away -- this is the best my eyes can do on their own, without assistance. All these years of 20/20 vision have been a gift that I had been completely overlooking.
But I can see it today. And that's something, right?