Reframing Perspectives

This morning as I was hopping around trying to get my daily routine done on one leg and a knee scooter, I got a little irritated. Irritated that I can’t drive.

Bent over without it being a balancing act that tests my abs and coordination

Irritated that I feel days behind in my to do list and the conversation went like this:

“Okay, I’m over it – not fun anymore. Oh it never was fun, it was necessary.”

I reminded myself that in many places in the world, this surgery wouldn’t have happened until I was unable to walk. My doctor stated how in England they don’t do it until the person can’t walk anymore.

Some places in the world I would just be messed over at 49.

I got to choose the timing.

I’ve been able to do my work.

I reminded myself I just hopped into Disney rides like a boss, with the help of my people!

I have smooth floors to move on.

All of this on a hip that is degenerative – it’s holding up. That’s years of doing the work.

I’m frustrated because I can’t do the mundane easily.

Then I went to my doctor. I’m progressing well enough that I can put some weight on my heel. Not the front part of my foot yet, but the heel. That means I can stand with some alignment in my back. It’s progress.

And here I was feeling like there was no progress!

 It’s just because I was looking at it from the “natural man”  instinctual way. Reframing our frustrations into blessings is part of being resilient. I can laugh at my giving into frustration because not walking for three months is hardly the worst thing I’ve done or faced.