Thursday morning, I went to a yoga class for the first time. Once a week, I do yoga at home and I've been practicing off and on for years. I specifically chose a Vinyasa class because it's slower movements, but it was still HARD.
The warmer my joints get, the more wobbly I get. I came home with bruised and battered knees and I think this is likely what precipitated my wrist dislocation on Friday.
When we adopted Michael and Lorelai, we committed to them that they'd never live in an institution again as long as we were alive. I had no idea when we chose to adopt them that I had Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and perhaps the story would be different if I did know. I often wonder if God shielded me from a diagnosis for this reason.
Maybe you're having a hard time with a goal, something you're heart has been chasing after, but you just can't quite seem to get there. I want to tell you this, my friend...
I fail a lot. I quite literally fall a lot.
But I keep getting up and trying again. Why? Because I have these two little people, who will someday be big people, who depend on me.
My friend, do not let your failures define you. Let your tenacity, your unwillingness to cry "uncle!" be stronger than the voices saying you'll never succeed. When we fall down 999 times, we get back up each and every time.
And each time, we'll get just a little bit closer.
The warmer my joints get, the more wobbly I get. I came home with bruised and battered knees and I think this is likely what precipitated my wrist dislocation on Friday.
When we adopted Michael and Lorelai, we committed to them that they'd never live in an institution again as long as we were alive. I had no idea when we chose to adopt them that I had Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and perhaps the story would be different if I did know. I often wonder if God shielded me from a diagnosis for this reason.
Maybe you're having a hard time with a goal, something you're heart has been chasing after, but you just can't quite seem to get there. I want to tell you this, my friend...
I fail a lot. I quite literally fall a lot.
But I keep getting up and trying again. Why? Because I have these two little people, who will someday be big people, who depend on me.
My friend, do not let your failures define you. Let your tenacity, your unwillingness to cry "uncle!" be stronger than the voices saying you'll never succeed. When we fall down 999 times, we get back up each and every time.
And each time, we'll get just a little bit closer.
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