It Wasn’t A Detour
It’s easy to believe the lie that you got knocked out of the game. Health problems, an injury, a toxic relationship, the loss of a loved one, whatever it is… it altered your life. It took you on a new path. Not the one you wanted but a path of greater sorrow, and greater joy.
The hardest part for me has been the feeling of being left behind and the feelings of isolation. I can vividly remember those moments in my life. And while I am able to see the positive aspects in retrospect, those memories still brings tears to my eyes.
The truth is that no matter what precautions I take, and no matter how hard I work to be successful, healthy, wealthy, and comfortable — something will inevitably ruin it.
I tore a ligament in my wrist playing soccer in high school. Since then I have had countless procedures and 7 surgeries. A four corner wrist fusion has left me with limited mobility. I’ve had chronic pain. It ended my sports career. Disrupted my design career. It has broken and tried me in just about every way. But has it ruined my life?
My suffering can be overwhelming,
My suffering can feel unfair.
But it’s real and most importantly, my suffering is meaningful.
I can grit my teeth and try to fight the pain. Or I can surrender. I can accept it and mourn the losses. It has taken me down other paths. It let me add value where I wouldn’t have been able to add value before. It humbled me. It showed me I can’t do it all and I certainly can’t do it alone. When I let light into the darkness in my life, the healing began.
The past 15 years of my life have been a journey. The next 15+ will be too. Full of high highs and low lows. What I’m learning is those detours pay off.