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I have finally reached the point of ACCEPTANCE. Acceptance of the way things are that I have no control over. Acceptance of health I have or don’t have, acceptance that, if I don’t accept things and start preserving my health, I really can’t move on to where I want and need to be. I must accept the physical limitations to reach where I have always wanted to be. This stage…I call, my journey home. Home to the life I have always dreamed of and where I feel free to be me. It will accompany the 3rd Act we are now living here in the country. My life has been a very blessed one so far but I tend to try to do more physically than is healthy for me. I had always pushed hard because anything less than that would be, to me, failure.
Years ago, I remember reading a story about a man who was well along into living his life. He had just been accepted to medical school and on the evening of the second day of classes, he was at the pool with friends and did a high dive off the diving board. His life changed in an instant. Little did he know as he was experiencing that feeling of exhilaration in a free fall dive in to the water that he would not come back up on his own. The dive broke his neck and left him paralyzed from the waist down with only limited use of his hands and arms. His story could have ended there but it didn’t as Charles Krauthammer persevered and would go on to graduate with his original Harvard Medical School class and become chief resident in his final year of residency. He graduated as a psychiatrist and went on to discover a mental illness related to bipolar disorder, but a secondary disorder that could eventually signal dementia in older adults. His discovery in this area led him the following year to delve into the epidemiology of bipolar disorder and this published research actually launched his career into psychiatric research and landed him in Washington, D.C. to work with the Carter administration. At that time, he began to pen essays that got him the attention that would later build his career as a political columnist. His famous words as a person and as a psychiatrist are what resonate with me each and every time I start to feel down about the things I can’t do right now.
His words regarding his accident…”my one bad break.” Overall, I’ve been dealt a pretty good hand.” “I have given what happened 100% ACCEPTANCE”…”All it means is whatever I do is a little bit harder and a little bit slower,: and that’s basically it…everybody has their cross to bear…everybody.” He also said “I made a vow when I was injured that it would never be what would characterize my life.”
His words speak to my heart and remind me to remember the lessons learned. Always be grateful for what you have, find solutions for a great life within your circumstances, create a focus that makes a positive impact on the world, let your voice be heard, and always strive for the dreams you are wanting to achieve.
So, if I seem to be a bit more scarce these days it is that I am picking, choosing, and being selective in the activities I choose to be a part of. I know that I cannot keep physically pushing hard like I have been doing and so I am now choosing to “do the things I can and forget about the things that I can’t” do or would be too much for me. So, please do not feel neglected and feel free to reach out to me if I haven’t reached out to you in a while. Hugs to all <3, have a wonderful and love filled day ❤