“But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.” ― Martina Boone
As humans, we have a habit of trying to plan exactly how our life should turn out. We don’t just set goals for ourselves, we plan and we plan and we plan until we have an unrealistic expectation in our head, this end goal that we work so hard for, and when it doesn’t end up turning out exactly the way that it was expected to, we beat ourselves up over it because we it didn’t go as planned. In life, sometimes things just happen. Sometimes things happen at the worst times, things that we couldn’t have planned for, and sometimes these things completely throw off the balance of our lives leaving us with absolutely no idea what do. In these situations, we have a choice. We can either sit and dwell on the fact that things didn’t go our way, or we can fight back and make the most of what life has handed to us.
As I’ve said before, I’m someone who loves health. I get up at 6 O’clock in the morning, go to the gym, eat a healthy breakfast, and then go on with the rest of my day. I do this because the healthy lifestyle and going to the gym is what calms my anxiety. Since I’ve been starting the day off with a workout, I’ve noticed that my anxiety is so much more tolerable and I’m able to be my carefree self throughout the day. A few days ago, this took a slight turn when I was running on the treadmill and I strained my ankle. Since this incident, I haven’t been able to walk properly, I’ve been in pretty intense pain, and I haven’t been able to do my workouts. Yes, I can do a workout without my legs, but being someone who loves cardio and feels the happiest when she’s running or getting a real sweat on, it just isn’t the same for me. I’m lucky enough to not have done any serious damage, and I’ll be back on my feet soon enough, but I didn’t realize how hard being stuck would hit me.
The past few days have been full of me questioning “why did I have to get hurt?” “why is the universe against me?” which was all fine and dandy for a second, until I realized that dwelling on the fact that I’m hurt and that I can’t do what I normally do isn’t going to do me any good. Life is what I make of it and if I sit on this couch crying and acting like my entire world is going to end until I get better, I’m just going to be miserable. I realized that I need to focus on the good that’s surrounding me. I have such a loving family that is constantly giving me support and helping me feel comfortable, I have such a loving girlfriend who has been checking up on me and making sure I’m mentally stable throughout the last few days, I’m able to write this, to get my creative juices flowing and my emotions out in a way that makes me feel the happiest, and as cliché as it sounds, I have a roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes on my back. The universe is not against me. This is just a small bump in the road, a little learning lesson that will give me the opportunity to grow.
In the midst of this slightly depressing week, the small revelation of “my life is not as bad as I’m making it out to be” was what I needed in order to get my life back on track. If you’re ever stuck in a rut, or you feel like you’ve hit this bump in the road and you don’t know why the universe would do this to you, take a step back, look around you, and try took look for the positive because I promise, the light will shine through the darkness.