Time to Heal
For the past two years, I have undergone three surgeries. Knee, shoulder, nose surgery this past Monday, and this upcoming Tuesday, my other shoulder will be repaired. I’ve taken my fair share of external damage over the years.
I can’t say I’m surprised at the circumstance I find myself in. I’ve done some of the most brutal sports known to man.
I don’t know many people put together with duct tape like me. Which only leaves one perspective for me to integrate.
I have to be the Hero of my own story.
As corny as this can appear, I’ve realized that my back is against the wall. No one is coming to save or help me.
I’m about to have both shoulders surgically repaired in one year. Beginning of 2020, I had this vision of myself shredded, killing my day job, and embracing my 20s.
Now at 23 years old, blood pouring down my face from my nose, a shoulder surgery lurking around the corner, I must trust that this is where I’ll rebound.
I’m holding on to every ounce of optimism. I must practice what preach — time to turn inward and absorb these setbacks’ lessons.
We’ll call this a rebuilding year.
On another note, this might not be the most eloquent of blog posts, but as stated above, I’m fighting the pounding of my nose from my recent surgery.
I still plan to complete 30 blog posts, but I’ll be limited here in the next couple of days!
