It's All I Can Do...One Step at a Time

“It’s all I can do…”

That lyric from an old song by The Cars came to me today and by the end of the morning, I understood exactly why.


This picture is the clubhouse in our neighborhood. It’s about to be renovated, and today they were liquidating some of the contents. We went early, and I was on a mission to pick up a few teaspoons and martini glasses.

I took the ramp up, bought what we came for and turned to leave.

On the way out, I stood at the top of these stairs and thought, Let me try this.
I’ve been practicing at physical therapy and although I have limited practice at home I felt pretty strong.

But when I tried to walk down them the way I used to, my knee wouldn’t bend enough.

So there I was going down step by step, just like a toddler and I was so frustrated. I wondered if I’d ever run down the stairs like I used to. 

But I stuck with it..slowly. Carefully. One foot, then the other.

“It’s all I can do.”

And in that moment, I realized something.

Sometimes, all you can do is exactly what you’re meant to do.

It’s not the way you're used to. It’s not the way you want to but for today, it’s what your body is allowing. Healing isn’t about doing it perfectly. I tried, tomorrow is another day.

#Healing #RecoveryJourney #OneStepAtATime #CaitlinsStar

 

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