“I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down…”
(You’re welcome for the earworm!)
Now that we all have a Chumbawamba song in our heads, I want to talk about discouragement and getting back up again.
I’ve been slowly healing from a small avulsion fracture on my right foot. Now I have matching fractures, one on each foot. (Again, as I’ve said before, golly but I’m super talented.) I’m definitely making progress and adding back activities and have been very grateful for my progress.
Then, today, I managed to slightly injure my right hand. Twice. In the same day. One injury had a clear cause; the other, I’m not quite sure how or what happened. (What can I say other than golly but I’m super talented?) And to be honest, typing kindasorta hurts a bit. So this might be one of those shortish Wine & Wellness Wednesday posts.
I’m grateful that I’d already been planning a different exercise routine for tomorrow morning, as I’m not sure how my injured hand would do with my usual yoga and floor exercises and arm weights. I am super excited to get back to the exercise bicycle and use it for a short time tomorrow morning!
I’m also tired. And discouraged. Because it’s one of those days when it feels as if no matter what I do, something lurks around the corner to knock me backwards.
Except it isn’t true.
Injured? Yes. Annoyed and discouraged? A bit. Powerful in the knowledge that I’ll heal, that I have options, and that tomorrow is another day? Absolutely. Grateful that certain actions don’t hurt and I could actually prepare tonight’s dinner? Completely!
One change. One action. One improvement. One positive thought.
Each of those seems small by itself.
Together, they are powerful.
What will you do the next time you get knocked down?
Cheers! Here’s to your health!