I’ve been slip-sliding away the last few weeks. Low on energy, low on creativity, low, low, low in mood. Didn’t feel like I had much to say so I didn’t say anything.
I thought I could handle the one-day-at-a-time thing, which then segued into can-I-make-it-through-the-next-15 minutes?? thing, and hit bottom with the stay-in-the-moment thing.
Then I twisted my knee again in tae kwon do class Monday night. I fled the class, limped home, and spent the next two days with my knee iced and elevated.
Dang! And I was just getting the hang of dealing with life in 60-second packages!
It’s mostly my fault. I was cajoled to “work a little harder”, and I should have said no. That’s my responsibility.
But practicing tae kwon do has become more and more about saying no, with less and less to say “yes” to.
I’ve tried to go back to the martial arts half a dozen times now. I just can’t figure out how to practice safely. Looks like I need to explore that tai chi thing again.
I’m feeling overwhelmed with sadness about leaving, but also relieved. I’m beginning to realize how much I’m dreading another major injury.
Most people don’t see what the big deal is. They have no idea how much I’ve enjoyed my practice, nor what I’ve gotten from it.
I’ve learned the very definition of “perseverance” from my studies. Leaving feels like giving up on a very profound level.
It’s taught me so much about life, and about myself. That will be difficult to walk away from.
But if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll be walking “funny” the rest of my life.
I’ll share my thoughts as I work through this, and I’ll know more after I see my doc after Christmas.
If anyone would like to pass on words of wisdom, I could use them now! I know I have much to be grateful for, but it’s still hard.