I realized just now that I’m at something like a tipping point in my thinking about my abilities. I think I made a fairly easy transition in dealing with my new limitations. I woke up in the hospital, recognized what I had to work with, and accepted it. As I learned about what I could and couldn’t do, my expectations we very low at first.
The danger I’ve discovered lately is incorporating those limitations into my identity. It can be tempting to get comfortable with the speed at which I’m walking, for instance. This is part of what the therapists call plateau-ing. Up until recently I’ve felt like my progress has leveled off. Maybe, though, I just stopped pushing.
Most people going through their daily lives don’t suddenly say to themselves, “Gee, I wonder if I can do a handstand today.” Or “ I haven’t tried in a while but maybe today’s the day I can dance en pointe.” Lately though, I’ve found it necessary to question my limits constantly. Can I bend over and pick up a sock off the floor? Can I balance on one foot? Can I walk a mile? How about three and a half? Can I climb 136 steps?
This is what I’ve been missing. Hopefully, it’s the way forward.
By the way:
1) It was easier than I thought.
2) For about 20 seconds.
5) Did it yesterday.