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I used this way of thinking to effectively destroy my sanity while I was recovering from knee surgery. My plan was "if I receive the surgery on this month then I'll be recovered by this month and then receive my second surgery and be all better by the time this month starts."
Well the Universe certainly didn't hesitate to tell me that my plan was not going to work. In fact, the Universe thought it would be a great idea to illustrate how painfully rushed my plan was by moving me along at a snails pace.
My idea with this entry wasn't to moan about how slowly my rehab progressed or how slowly I was able to travel with a leg brace and a walker, what I'm trying to get at is that once I decided to trust the process things sped up at a breathtaking rate.
When I took a breath and realized that it wasn't doing me any good to cry about missed opportunities I started to really put my effort into exactly what I was doing at any precise moment. My second round of knee surgery was a breeze and a half compared to first and my physical therapist even admitted that I had no use of his help for more than six visits into the second round of physical therapy because I was surpassing the requirements of physical ability required for discharge.
Taking on a completely different approach to my second knee adventure seemed to change everything because within the first two weeks of recovery my knee was all bendy and stretchy at that was a huge deal (seriously huge, I could tell a few more stories about Rachel helping me bend my leg and hold it and lift it for me but I think I'll save that for a time when I'm in a humorous mood). I ditched the walker a few days after the procedure and I didn't even look at the crutches after the one month mark.
Blah blah blah, physical therapy, blah. I'm just in a super good mood because right now, eleven months after my right knee surgery and six months after my left knee surgery, I'm walking around like a pro. I'm riding my bike to class and my knees are bending as if I was born to bend them. My crinkly crackly arthritis is so minimal, some days I don't feel a thing when I place my hand on my patella and move it around (this is also largely a contribution of what types of foods I eat) and I am finally able to dance again.
Let me repeat FINALLY DANCING!
As in DANCING ONCE AGAIN!
Meaning that after an excruciating hiatus I am now doing the plies and tendues and dégagés and chaines that my body has been craving.
Of course, I've lost a good deal of my muscle and building my strength back up is sometimes a daunting task. On occasion I've found myself thinking "right, well I can just focus on my math and science classes and I'll find some career that will make me content" but then when I begin to trust the process I find that I have made really incredible progress and it encourages me to keep going. The comparison of me now to me in September 2013 makes me so happy!!!! I could jump around and cry (but I don't. I do my sautés like serious dancer. lol).
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| Trusting the process can seem super cheesy, but hey, trust the process (: |
Today is one of the days that I have a ballet class and I'm just about to head off to the gym to warm up my body and practice some leg strengthening. I'll warm up by cycling on a bike for a good thirty minutes and I love taking the time to do this because I can reaffirm that I want to keep getting stronger and I want to dance and live life without unnecessary pain.
Maybe trusting the process is something that everyone should try. Are you cooking something? Are you trying to build a thing? Is something stressing you out and making you want to call it quits? The steps, instructions, pattern, technique, strategy, routine... it's there for a reason. If you're trying to power your way though and it doesn't seem to be working just try letting yourself trust the process. Just my advice. I can't say it's failed me so far.
Good luck
Sincerely, Dot
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