A friend of mine suggested that I write a post about resilience. This is in reference to how I’ve handled being disabled for several months (now 7 weeks). I don’t know if I agree that I have been resilient; I see it as just dealing with the hand I’ve been dealt. So, I’ll look at what resilience means and what I’ve been doing.

Resilient: adjective

1.springing back; rebounding.
2.returning to the original form or position after being bent, compressed, or stretched.
3.recovering readily from illness, depression, adversity, or the like; buoyant.
Well, looking at that, I guess I have been resilient. I had originally thought that it was something like “unchanged in the face of adversity” and I’ve definitely had change, and I’ve experienced some depression. I didn’t let myself wallow in it though, as that’s not really my style. I’ve had to open myself up to ask for help; I’ve not been good about asking for help in the past, preferring to remain independent and self-reliant. I really cannot do that right now, and I hope I retain the ability to ask for and, more importantly, accept help when I need it or it is offered. The Aloha spirit has definitely been shown to me, and I really like the way it feels.
I think I’ve been inspired in my resilience by my intense desire to get out and start living the life I came here to have. I have all these experiences ready, and I’m anxious to get to them. If I don’t get healthy, then my move was wasted, and I’m not about to let all this effort, cost and want be in vain. So I work hard at getting better; I do my damnedest to have a positive attitude about it; and I welcome my new physical therapist who is going to kick my butt (rather, my ankle) back into shape. Otherwise, what is the point in being here? If that is being resilient, then I’m going to embody it, yeah?