The Power of Our Mindset
Soaking up the sunshine … inside.
I slipped on ice Thursday, by Friday my body told me it was time to stop. I didn’t want to stop, after-all I am a fighter. There isn’t much that does stop me. This time though, I had no choice.
I spent almost 24 hours straight drugged up and lying flat on my back. Sure, I had no pain but the world spun around me.
24 hours was all it took to begin to feel sorry for myself. 24 hours for the ego inside me to start gibbering. I missed two days of my much needed walks and today have missed a run, a run with the girls I was so looking forward to. 24 hours was all it took to shut out most of the world and resent the couch I was on, and actually currently am on.
I’ve stopped the meds, I had to. Since the day I became a single mom, I vowed to never let myself use unhealthy coping mechanisms to get through my days. Alcohol of course is my reason for this vow. When you watch someone you loved become someone you don’t even know anymore, the use of alcohol or drugs to cope screams at you. So while I felt fantastic on the couch, not a pain to be found … I could not process life in the way I have chosen to do it, and it terrified me. Can I heal without the meds? Of course I can. Will it take me longer then if I just allowed myself to be high for a week? Likely, but I just can’t do it. So, while I understand the importance (now) of taking care of my body and mind, my mind is where my power will come from now.
The 1.5k walk around the block that takes double the time it normally would for me is no comparison to the 10k run I would have done today, all while catching up with some of the fat asses, but I’m doing it. I have learned the importance of moving my body daily is just that, an important movement. While I desire for it to be the run or walk it normally is, it just can’t be, and that is ok. Whatever movement I am capable of is more than enough right now. So moving my body to the best of my abilities is a must, heck if all I could do was open my arms and hug myself for a split second lying on the couch then that too would be more than enough. The remainder of the time will be spent relaxing, being kind to my body and allowing it to heal as needed.
But the mind, my mind. It is truly my most powerful tool. I can let the pity, resentment, and anger towards my slip and injury keep me in a bad place, or I can count my blessings that I didn’t do severe damage and be grateful that I will heal in time. I choose the second option, because the first option, it serves me no purpose.
Somedays are not perfect, some days are very hard, but if we chose to see the gratitude in each day, and know that we have the power to keep our mind positive then we remain in control and seriously powerful.
What are you grateful for today?
~Ashley~
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