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When Your Body Says No

Updated on February 22, 2017

I wrote this passage on June 11th, 2014.

Other than your mind, your body is probably the only obstacle that can truly stop you from doing what you want to do. I say, “Don’t let it.” For instance, my body is telling me to quit the passion I have put nearly ten years of hard work towards. Not an ounce of me wants to stop, but thankfully this particular passion has taught me to live with an everlasting ache for accomplishments. To never stop striving towards goals. From age twelve it has taught me more than I could ever imagine.

When one door closes you simply search to make another one open. It’s hard, but it’s not impossible. There are so many things you can do with your life that no one should ever feel defeated when your body tells you, “You can’t.”

People complain about their problems, but there is always a worse situation you could be in. Keeping that in mind is what’s hard. The world doesn’t end until you are lying in your grave. Life itself is meant to have curveballs thrown at you. It’s just a matter of how you deal with them. Just like everyone else I have always wanted to do so many things with my life, but because of the dedication I have solely put into this one passion I have not been able to. The life of volleyball has made me grow up quick. I have already learned so much from it that maybe it’s time to learn from something else. Who knows. Maybe ending this journey will open other opportunities and experiences for me.

Adaptability. That’s a key word that has been a huge part of my team and has been lived in my everyday lifestyle. If I just keep adapting, I should be just fine.

3 years later, I wrote this passage.

That injury ended my collegiate volleyball career. I have now had 2 surgeries since then. The first was on my left foot, the second was on my right hip, and the third has not yet been confirmed. But I’m not going to talk about my surgeries. Instead, I’m going to talk about how I dealt with them. How I adapted.

Don’t get me wrong. I have definitely had my moments where I’ve been frustrated, worried, and ready to give up. It’s hard not to go through those emotions. Especially when you know you have a 4-6 month recovery ahead of you. I’m still in recovery mode, but I have found ways to persevere.

After my surgery I allowed myself to throw a bit of a pity party and then I made myself have fun with it. I constantly made fun of how ridiculous I looked in my giant hip brace. I always called myself 80 years old and explained to people that I have to use a raised toilet seat and a shower chair. Once I got down to one crutch I carefully made my way to the bars and shot some pool with my crutch as my pool stick. I got pretty creative… Then I got serious. I started to think of the things that I never fully pursued when I was 100% healthy. Like writing. Writing has always been a passion of mine that I have never fully pursued. So here I am. Currently still recovering from my second surgery and working on my writing skills. I hope you guys enjoy reading my articles as much as I enjoy writing them!


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