Last week I accomplished what I set out to do. For those of you not following my Surviving Sainthood blog I drove to my mother's house, a trip of 340 miles one way. This might now seem overly special or noteworthy until you realize one thing about me.
I stopped driving entirely for three years and only in the last six months had I started driving again.
Back when just getting to the store a half mile away was a big deal, driving to my mother's house seemed about as reasonable as a trip to the moon (which, if you believe my husband when he gets on a conspiracy theory frame of mind, never happened to ANYONE...)
The key was babysteps. Starting small. Trips to the store or library. Expanding upon it. Re-learning the intricacies of the expressway. Toughing it out through those white-knuckled moments when I thought the smartest thing to do would be to pull off the road, curl in a fetal position under the dashboard with my thumb in my mouth and wait for help to arrive.
My point is, eventually I did it. I made the trip, not only there but all the way home again a few days later. So what's in store now? Well...
*smiles*
I found a new challenge. I think I would like to someday be able to run a half-marathon. I've been inspired by Michael Hyatt's blog the last month and the more I read the more I think I would like to run. The more I look forward to not just having a strong mind able to tackle impossible drives, but a body that's strong as well.
Maybe this seems like a little goal to the athletically minded. For those of you who don't know me...well I have fibromyalgia. So to someone who spends some days curled in bed, hurting too much to make the trip down the stairs...I might as well be going to the moon.
One step at a time.
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