During my time in a wheelchair, I gained an appreciation for many abilities I’d taken for granted: standing, walking, driving, even showering. Since I believe overscheduling contributed to my illness, I’ve found it’s now easier to say no to that which doesn’t fuel me. While I still teach at the university, I dropped an administrative role to give me more time and energy for my priorities.
It was scary to not know how long pain and other symptoms would last, but I found that worrying didn’t help. I made the most progress when I learned to embrace what the universe delivered instead of fight it: do my part (rest, take anti-inflammatory medication, do physical therapy) then let go. Trust the process. Sure enough, allowing time and space for healing strengthened me physically, emotionally and spiritually.
Sunday Journal Prompt
What light has entered your life during dark times?