Sunday, July 31, 2011

Consider the Daisies

I absolutely love the card cover above. Some friends from work gave me this card on Administrative Professionals Day. I love the card for a few reasons:
  • It's completely something that I would want to do; but would be too insecure to actually do.
  • I admire the free-spiritedness of the act.
  • It's a reminder that life is what we make of it. The events that occur are simply a jumping off point, it's how we respond to the situation that defines who we are.
Making the best of every situation is one of the biggest daily challenges that we face. Our attitude is everything. 

Why default to a negative perspective? Why be sad about being alive? Why lament what you can't do when there are many things that you CAN do?

I have a friend who is a quadriplegic and he's one of the friendliest, most thoughtful, kind and loving people I know. He's happily married, able to drive, works Monday through Friday, is currently working on his PhD, can transfer himself from vehicle to wheelchair and vice-versa, travels, has a very full life and is a happy man. 

I've never seen him frown or be negative; why is that? I'm sure he has his moments, he's human, he has to - but I have never seen it. He is able to do so much and have a very fulfilling life.

I was intending to go for a short run this morning, but that isn't going to work out today. I'm telling myself, "Gosh girl! That's okay. Last Monday you ran a 10k in an hour and three minutes. Hello! A ten-minute mile mile for over six miles!" A few years ago I couldn't even walk 0.4 miles without getting winded, losing control of my legs, and being down for the rest of the day. 

So, I still have an elliptical. I'm stiff but I know that a few minutes on the elliptical will limber me up so I can try to stretch out the stiffness in my lower half. 

There's nothing wrong with accommodation or a change of plans. I'm a little disappointed, but not enough to sit down and do nothing. I CAN, therefore I will do something.

Here I go...

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