“The number one reason why people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go, instead of how far they have gotten,”
– Vaibhav Shah
Happy Wednesday everyone! You’re half way through the week, hang in there. I was trying to make this post this weekend, I was inspired while at camp, but without service that’s next to impossible. I spent the weekend at a camp on Holland Pond. For an island girl, (I was born and raised in Bermuda, as I’m sure you know by now) waking up to the sights and sounds of water life is just not something you grow tired of.
I could make a list a mile long of the things I love and miss about my home: aside from my family, my loved ones, something I miss is the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks. Living right on the water, this is a sound I’m lucky to hear everyday when I am home. It is a lullaby for which there is no compare. This weekend, though in a different key, it was a tune I was lucky to hear once again. Sitting outside, hearing the call of the Lunes, the light hum of a boat’s engine on the water, it is very difficult not to get lost in the beauty of it all.
This was the first time I had been back to camp, following the removal of the External Fixator. It has been a little over a year, but slight reminders like this bring back memories of the last year of my life. I couldn’t lay out in the sun for too long last year, (metal holds heat, metal pins in leg… yeah not really a recipe for a good time). While at camp this weekend, we had a night of pretty severe weather: heavy rain, thunder, lightning and again, I thought last year, that scared me. Lightning and metal are a pretty volatile couple and I certainly wasn’t looking to get caught in the middle of that, or more specifically, my leg. This weekend, when the weather started to kick up, I was mesmerized. Listening to the rain has always been something that calmed me. Thunder and lightning, too are a thing of beauty to me. The best comparison I can make is it is similar to taking a child into a toy or candy store.
Reflecting back on the last lightning storm I can remember, I was in Florida last year at Daytona Beach, I began to think of where I find myself now versus then. I sometimes think that as individuals, we are our own worst enemies. There have been days when I’ve asked, have I really progressed, strengthened in the last year. This weekend, I made myself be my own best cheerleader. Yes, I have. I’m not sure why we tend to not see and appreciate the tiniest of details and accomplishments, but while looking out at the beauty of Holland Pond, it was as though a light was switched on. This weekend, the wheelchair stayed put in my home. With my cane, determination and one step at a time, I made it through the weekend.
Laying in bed last night, I experienced muscle fatigue, which was only possible because I have been walking around the house and at work for the last week! That discomfort was a positive reminder of the progress that I make EVERY SINGLE DAY! As each day goes on, my steps become more sure. My confidence increases and I know that I am improving!
I hope that if you take anything away from this post, it’s this: it is more about the journey, than the destination. Appreciate the steps you take and the goals you surpass, the person you were when you started versus who you are at the end of the journey. Without this appreciation, the end destination means little to nothing. This is something I find myself working on daily, on my own road to recovery, so I know it is easier said than done. Be brave, be positive and celebrate even the tiniest of successes!