That is what I can do. . . in my mind. Ergo, the problem. I have one good day, and I just go for it. I have no self-control. None! I have lived with this condition for years, yet never have I experienced such a setback as this. I try to come to terms with the fact that this could be. . . dare I say it? Permanent?! I can’t. It is unthinkable to me. How does one reconcile themself to a life of where they were working one day, loved their job, enjoyed their coworkers, took trips to the store, driving, getting the mail ~ you name it ~ for granted. Now, I find my days consist of time on a couch. And I am content!
Why would I be content with such a drastic change in my lifestyle? There are so many reasons. The most obvious reason is that when I sit with my legs reclined, and engage my mind in activities on the computer, I am not in pain. I find that my world centers around keeping myself out of pain.
I take the necessary medication to maintain as normal a life as possible. The medication alone renders me unable to have the necessary skills to drive safely. If anyone had told me a year ago I would be in this position, I believe I would have been stocking up on activities to do. However, many of my favorite activities involve enough mobility that there is the relapsing PAIN. So, without realizing it, I find myself favoring activities that I still enjoy that do not make me miserable. . . and miserable to be around.
What an odd life. I get dressed on the floor of my walk-in closet, and am content with the simplest clothes. I used to be an utter clothes hound! Now, it is about function first. Don’t get me wrong. I still won’t leave the house without my makeup on. I may have lost a lot of function, but I’ve not lost my mind!
I can still enjoy doing some landscaping, it just takes creativity and determination. Unfortunately, this is where I get myself into trouble. Something is just beyond my reach. I am certain I can stand long enough to make things right. And I can. But come talk to me later and ask me if I would still have made that choice. So I learn.
I learn patience. Acceptance. New things to learn. New people to meet. New ways to meet people. New ideas to explore. Taking up old loves that I somehow lost the time to do because I was always too busy. Behind every burden there is a blessing waiting to burst forth. It is my responsibility to go look for that blessing.
What does the future hold? I have no idea. Someone pointed to my wheelchair over the weekend, and meant it kindly when they said they hated it, hated seeing me in it, and they were praying against it. God, show me more of Your strength in my weakness until it is all you and there is nothing left of me. I used to be bothered by such comments. Now I pray for the other person. God is showing me immeasurable things: about myself, about what really matters, about eternal things rather than focusing on the things that I think I have to have right now.
So in my mind, I soar like an eagle. I may not on my legs or in my chair. But He is taking me to higher places than I would ever go without these experiences. I am soaring. It is all a matter of your perspective of soaring.
Why would I be content with such a drastic change in my lifestyle? There are so many reasons. The most obvious reason is that when I sit with my legs reclined, and engage my mind in activities on the computer, I am not in pain. I find that my world centers around keeping myself out of pain.
I take the necessary medication to maintain as normal a life as possible. The medication alone renders me unable to have the necessary skills to drive safely. If anyone had told me a year ago I would be in this position, I believe I would have been stocking up on activities to do. However, many of my favorite activities involve enough mobility that there is the relapsing PAIN. So, without realizing it, I find myself favoring activities that I still enjoy that do not make me miserable. . . and miserable to be around.
What an odd life. I get dressed on the floor of my walk-in closet, and am content with the simplest clothes. I used to be an utter clothes hound! Now, it is about function first. Don’t get me wrong. I still won’t leave the house without my makeup on. I may have lost a lot of function, but I’ve not lost my mind!
I can still enjoy doing some landscaping, it just takes creativity and determination. Unfortunately, this is where I get myself into trouble. Something is just beyond my reach. I am certain I can stand long enough to make things right. And I can. But come talk to me later and ask me if I would still have made that choice. So I learn.
I learn patience. Acceptance. New things to learn. New people to meet. New ways to meet people. New ideas to explore. Taking up old loves that I somehow lost the time to do because I was always too busy. Behind every burden there is a blessing waiting to burst forth. It is my responsibility to go look for that blessing.
What does the future hold? I have no idea. Someone pointed to my wheelchair over the weekend, and meant it kindly when they said they hated it, hated seeing me in it, and they were praying against it. God, show me more of Your strength in my weakness until it is all you and there is nothing left of me. I used to be bothered by such comments. Now I pray for the other person. God is showing me immeasurable things: about myself, about what really matters, about eternal things rather than focusing on the things that I think I have to have right now.
So in my mind, I soar like an eagle. I may not on my legs or in my chair. But He is taking me to higher places than I would ever go without these experiences. I am soaring. It is all a matter of your perspective of soaring.
