For those of you know me, I am a pretty active person. Most of my life I have enjoyed running around in both the literal and figurative sense. I started playing sports at a young age and that transitioned into figure competition once my sports team days were over. Once entering graduate school, I put competitions on hold but pursued school and maintained an active lifestyle training as well as teaching.
Flashing forward to now, 32, the years of training, running, and impact have made themselves known and I recently underwent a pretty intense foot surgery. I had foot surgery about three years ago, and was hoping that was the last … but here I am after the second. This time, I was told I had almost a completely dislocated second metatarsal, three hammer toes, and a plantar plate that was as thick as a piece of tissue paper. I didn’t really think much about the surgery, I knew if I ever wanted to get back to “normal”, I would have to do something about it.
So here I am, almost 3 weeks post operation. I was told this past week that I would have been better off tearing my Achilles or breaking my ankle; that this injury is typically career ending for professional athletes, and that I will not be running in the future. Say whaaa?? Saying that I won’t be running sounds silly, it’s what I know. I’m no Usain Bolt, but I do enjoy interval training, sprints, and the occasional long run. Being active, for me, is a part of my identity. In fact, back in Old Town, my nickname is “Workout Kelley.” I’ll cross that bridge when it arrives, for now, my next goal is walking.
Instead of leaving the office feeling defeated (don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t jumping for joy) I decided I was going to the gym after work. As I was sitting on a bench with two pairs of dumbbells on the floor next to me, one of the trainers walked by and said, “That’s hardcore.” I smiled but thought to myself, “ I don’t really feel hardcore, it’s just what I do.” Sure there have been days where I think this sucks! Shoot, I can barely carry a cup of coffee to my desk with two crutches in hand ;) First -world problems. I have about three more weeks to be non-weight bearing and four more weeks in a boot.
To be completely vulnerable and honest, there are definitely moments throughout the days I feel lost, where I question myself, where I am frustrated. Part of how I define myself has been placed on a hold for a bit, and it’s forcing me to look at life through a different lense.
This whole processed has challenged me to focus on my perspective.
I am a firm believer that there is always a silver-lining to everything, even if it isn’t right in front of our face. There is always a lesson from each experience and something that can make us better. And often times, it’s the most challenging circumstances and situations that help us become a better version of ourselves. The key is our perspective. When we chose the perspective of seeing the silver lining we are open to growing, to becoming better, to creating our best live with our own eyes.
What perspective will you see life through today?
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