And The Beat Goes On...

This was my first week back to normal life... Ahhhh, finally. I had always despised having routines, but now I welcome them with open arms. I like waking up and having a purpose. I have seen people I had not seen in a couple of months, and as I expected, everyone had many questions. Talking about everything I went through has actually done me good, especially because I can talk about most everything in the past tense. I am realizing that I, now, am not angry, sad, frustrated or helpless anymore. I feel accomplished, strong, relieved and hopeful.


I keep repeating this, but I can't help to feel that everything happens for a reason, and someday I will look back and understand everything that's happened and why it happened. My leg is almost completely healed. In six weeks, I will be clear to fully weight-bear - in other words, I will walk with my braces.

Two months ago, I regretted having my knee surgery, cursed the day I decided to have it, but now, after it's all said and done, I'm glad I did it. Pretty darn proud of myself too.

Sometimes, things have to go bad before they get good... Dealing with our adversities is part of life, and sometimes, I get lost in the fight, I get lost amidst the maze of all the lessons, then, when I see the finish line near, I feel weight-less, and begin to grasp the meaning of it all. The one lesson I keep reminding myself of every time things go bananas is that I better get back in the rhythm of things quickly, because life waits for no one. It goes on with or without us.