I have been benched from exercise for a week after having a minor surgery to remove a lipoma (benign fatty tumor) from my arm. The procedure was the second in a year, after the lump grew back and began putting pressure on my tricep. Made doing push ups really fun. Kidding. So like I did prior to the procedure about the event itself, I am now looking for the opportunity in being benched for a few days. However for most who know me they know that being benched is torture. I thrive in movement and in doing. Slowing down, resting, stopping all the doing, well, almost impossible. I decided that I was going to listen to my doctor this time though, and she said one week. I want the best possible outcome for this arm and I don’t want to screw it up. So here I sit, and rest, and sleep, and eat, and think a lot about how great exercise will feel when I can do it. I am faced with my thoughts and my feelings about them, and it is not really a lot of fun. Though I still look for opportunity for healing here in the boring slowness of it all.
My sister posted something on her blog that I am going to repeat here that reminds me of living, healing and taekwondo…
Fall seven times,
stand up eight.
Japanese Proverb
