Also, it serves to remind me of another similar, though less prosaic piece of wisdom, as given to me by a college professor: shit happens and the wise ones among us carry toilet paper.
Right now, I’m serving as case study for my own philosophy.
Last week, on the advice of my physician, I went to see a hand surgeon regarding a wart-like growth on my right thumb. I was told that removing it would be a minor procedure, lasting about half an hour. An appointment was set up for today.
I discovered, as I was slipping into the operating gown, that my definition of a minor procedure and the doctor’s definition were not the same. While the procedure did only take about half an hour, the recovery process will apparently take close to two weeks. That’s two weeks of no Muay Thai, no judo, no lifting, no intense cardio. Nothing. I can walk a bit. That’s it.
I would be lying if I said this didn’t upset me. It does, deeply. But, at the same time, it gives me a chance to try putting my money where my mouth is: I suddenly have some unexpected free time. I can use it well, or not. I will choose to use it well. I have several martial arts related DVDs that I need to watch; I have a number of posts to write here, and while I may type them more slowly, I also have the time for it. So look for some more new content in the coming weeks.
And keep on struggling.