That’s a strange lesson to learn. The stronger and independent I became the less I needed to rely on others to be happy. But what came first the strength or the abandonment? Think the only way you can learn to fly is when you are pushed off the edge. You can choose to either soar or sink into murky sadness or anger.
I think it became easier to be free when I looked to try out new things which relied on my physical strength and skills rather than typed eloquence. I am more than the words I type, the weights I lift, the walls I climb and the people who speak intelligently to me.
It’s a relief that I should think the only thing that matter cannot be measured or seen. I matter to God and to my family and real friends just the way I am. I am thankful to be alive and well. I am thankful to be given many opportunities to be myself and do what I love to do.
So what are you grateful for today? What has your pushed off the cliff experience been like?
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