[Image credit: Vlado]

I don’t like to sit still.  Unless it’s my choice.  A week ago I fell and sprained my ankle at the end of a 3 1/2 mile run, forcing me to forfeit the gym and stay off my feet more rather than less.  That also meant no repeat of last Tuesday’s sunset hike in the mountains, and no spin class during the past seven days.  But what it has meant is an excuse to curl up on my sofa (with the injured leg elevated, of course) and catch a long-anticipated movie on Netflix, guilt-free.  And instead of dealing with a crowded, noisy restaurant over the weekend, we invited out-of-town relatives to mi casa for a home cooked meal.  In addition, last night we unanimously (albeit silently) declared family TV night for more hours than I care to admit.  Plus, I had a chance to face a critical decision head-on with time to weigh the pros and cons.  In response to a photo of my swollen ankle I posted on Facebook, a couple of my friends jokingly commented that exercise is bad.  Actually, I think my injury produced a few blessings in disguise.

When has something negative happened to you that turned out to be positive in the long run?