A Different Kind Of Success

Things have been glaringly obvious to me lately. What I mean by that involves the condition of my body. I have settled into a routine of sorts, and it seems as though this is pretty much it for the future. I get up, I assess where things are with my hips, my leg, my arm, and my head, and I move forward toward whatever the day demands of me. The issue with my head has to do with how sober I feel (Hey, no alcohol involved. Baptist preacher, remember?). It’s just that I sometimes feel so lightheaded and fatigued that I have to be careful with what I do and how I do it. Certain tasks require a more alert spirit than others.

Once the day gets going a bit I have to be careful with the twilight zone. This is the time, between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m., when my body starts to give in to whatever ails me most and decides to fall into a place of weakness, or pain, or fatigue. Sometimes it’s a combination of the three and it can last for a while. Yeah.

I have had to measure success concerning my health differently in my life because of the accident. I once did whatever I desired within a given day without any thought, but that was before the motorcycle accident. Now I find that a successful day concerning my health involves setting goals and fulfilling them within whatever time my body allows. I find myself also being thankful for the fact that I didn’t lose my arm or my leg in the accident. Losing either one was very much possible four and a half years ago. I am truly thankful for my health, my life, and the body that I’m allowed to live with. It’s just that life has led me to measure physical success with a greater degree of humility and appreciation. Tomorrow’s another day…