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Giving things up, you say? I could write the book on it. Chapter 1: Getting into a car accident and breaking your leg right before you start work at a summer camp in just about the best position ever.

 

At the time, I was devastated. Everything I had been hoping for, working for, planning for... all gone in the blink of an eye. Independence, dream job, ability to walk -- bye bye. And yet, all was not lost. Things didn't go exactly as planned, but they turned out great just the same, just a different kind of great.

 

I only realized this in hindsight, though. Throughout the recovery process, I was very angry, defeated, frustrated, disappointed, and a whole bunch of other negative emotions. Most days I put on a brave face and made as though I was making the best of it, but there were times where it was a bit overwhelming. There were times I was wishing I could just magically fix it all, trapped living too much in the past and not looking to the present and the future. There were times I would lash out at people out of my frustration, even when they had done nothing wrong. It was a dark place, to be sure, but I ultimately knew that nothing is forever; there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. So I pressed on slowly recovering day by day and here I am, fit as a fiddle.

 

So yeah, giving up things hurts. But if you don't let it consume you, don't let it define you, and press onward, you'll reach better times soon enough.

ive had to give up on a lot of stuff, but its mostly been that ive had no choice, so 'lost' is a better word. i dont like to divulge in it anymore.

 

*hug* i really need to send that package to you...