I am a 36-year-old mother of a 1-year-old…and I am on bed rest. Yikes! Let me not be too dramatic lol. I tore my ACL in 2020 playing basketball, winning might I add. My first doctor appeared to exhibit ageism and weightism in not wanting to operate on my ACL. I still for the life of me can’t figure out why I did not get a second opinion at the time, but in 2023 I finally did and had surgery to repair my ACL September 14th. First giving honor to God, who blessed the surgeon’s hands and my leg to have minimal pain as I am going through the healing process.
I remember reality hitting the week before surgery. How will I get upstairs, cook, bathe, run after, and be the hero for my 1-year-old? Anxiety began to creep in with the hardest realization being that I would have to depend on others for help.
The kicker here is I have a phenomenal support system that will do absolutely anything. I can’t even begin to share the 50 million texts and calls I received of those wanting to lend a hand. The problem wasn’t my support system, it was me! Me, me, me, me, me.
I have taken great pride in being independent, getting “ish” done, holding my own. However, I have found myself in a season of recognizing that support is imperative to my success in every area of life. I lay in bed fighting off negative emotions that the hustle culture has created in me. “You should be doing this and executing on this.” I lay in bed totally sitting in the relaxation I have craved for so long, the silent time, but at the same time not recognizing it. Woo lawd is that jacked up or what?
I say all that to hopefully convey that allowing those around you to help is truly a gift. To also consider that maybe this heavy chasing after goals without taking moments to “smell the roses” really isn’t the life I or you want. Just something to consider.
To my support team, thank you a million times over!
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