Recovery Has Already Begun

A couple days before my surgery, my recovery had already begun.

I have shaken off the disappointment.  My attitude has done a complete one-eighty.  I am positive about my positivity, because there is little, nothing, to be gained by negativity.

I will be so happy to walk again without pain, to ride again without pain – at least without pain in my feet.

Legs and lungs?  That’s not pain, that’s growth.  I will be so happy to wear real shoes again.

To find something new to complain about.  Briefly.  If at all.

Because, if anything, the limp has made me even sexier.

It is not what happens to you that matters, someone very smart once said, but how you deal with what happens to you.  I let myself forget that.  But I remember now.

Happiness is a choice.  And so, I am hoping, is confidence.

I simply need to remember my focus is on my recovery.

In my mind the surgery has already happened.

Doubtlessly, even more successful than had been hoped.

Recovery is now all up to me.

I am building on the new me.  Studying innovative ways to exercise.

I am already a master of recliner tai chi, but I am developing new positions.

The Sleeping Flamingo.  The Long John Silver.

I have stockpiled books.

14 Minutes by Alberto Salazar & John Brant.

Four from the Chip Hilton series by Clair Bee.  Loved those when I was a youngster.

A Fighter’s Heart by Sam Sheridan

Still many more lessons to be learned.