I have been in a real funk for the past few weeks. It has taken me awhile to shake it and I still don't feel like I am through it yet.
This time of year is bringing up all kinds of feelings about what I was doing at this time last year. And I have been feeling pretty discouraged. I feel like I was given this amazing gift. I was given a second chance at life and I don't feel like I have been worthy of it. I am struggling to feel like I am doing enough with this second chance.
I struggle with the curious question I am repeatedly asked, "Are you going to get one of those high tech prostetic legs so you can run marathons?" This is just one example of the new standard I feel I have to live up to. If I am not running a marathon with my new leg than I am wasting this chance I have been given to start a new life. (I don't like blurting out the other fact that those running prosthetic legs run about $30,000 and are not covered by insurance) I see other women with perfectly tidy houses, beautifuly manicured nails and hair and also having time to train for the next big race. I still struggle to keep the laundry done, my hair is one big giant curly poof ball, and am lucky to walk through the grocery store without someone saying, "Did you hurt your foot? I notice you are limping." I would be happy to just walk evenly and normally.
I know in my mind that it is not ever good to compare yourself to others but in my heart I can't help myself from doing just that. I feel like I am in a battle with myself to find where I fit in to my new world and to find my new normal. Discouragement stinks.