Limits that FAIL to exist: Finding the lemons

If these limits fail to exist, why do we learn about them?

Anyhow. That's really not why I am writing. I am writing to include a way that I failed recently, for the sake of adrenaline! So, as for setting the scene...

Band tour: Yipeeeeee!!!! I loved band tour so much. Ranks the best ever. Even though WOF was a bit of a let down, we OWNED as far as music went. We had fun nights in the hotel with the girls in my room: Jesse, Ashley, Catherine, and Maria. I somehow gashed my leg open with a ... soapdish??? We went to a dinner theatre and I got the prize for...most ridiculous answer. Mrs. Pinkerton, Agatha Christie would've been proud of me. For real. In my answer, I had someone who was really someone else, and seeming strangers who were really partners in murder! It was thrilling. Turns out I was wrong, but I really think it's the other way around. The writers are wrong! Anyways, it was marvelous.
After we competed, we went to WOF (aka, worlds of fun!!!). Whereever I went, the road broke down. It was terrible! I'm cutting all of the middle stuff, but me and a five other people ended up on the Mamba. And were late. And we didn't even get to ride. But here's the deal. We were way late. So we ran back to the entrance and hastily onto the bus.
My mistake? Running, my friends. To the Mamba and from the Mamba. I'm really not allowed to run by doctor's orders. I've already paidd for being late, but I hope I don't have to pay too much for being...foolish. My mom got mad. Really. She wasn't on the bus, but she heard about it later...

And that's the way I've failed recently. Thank you very much.


42 days, if anyone's interested...

Pride.

Less than a week without a cane and suddenly I'm in Chicago. The A cappella trip really did suprise me. I mean, more than usual. Usually, these trips sneak up on me, but this year it is as if I only half believed it existed and only half believed that I was actually going. And then, I was packing and then I was on the bus. I was excited as all get out. I love big cities. Cities with a dramatic history and something to be really proud about. Where all of the people have a personality. I can just see myself setting up shop and living in these places...

But there I was in Chicago. You know what's in Chicago, more than anything else???
Lines.
And sidewalks.
Suffice to say, I was on my feet a lot. From when I awoke in the morning to when I slept at night, only a few hours-eating and riding on the bus-were not spent walking or standing. And what did my hip/leg/foot feel about this? Splendid. I felt like ROLLMAN. I could do anything. I didn't run, really, but I twirled (and fell) and moved with vivacity. My legs, though tired at the end of the day, were strong and stable under me and I never felt pain. And so pride swelled in my heart like Fozzie's american pride. And confidence.

With this pride and confidence, I'll be able to get through it. Through what's ahead. I'm proud of my hip and its solidarity. I'm proud of the recovery of my body. And I am confident that I can do it again! I am stronger than this. I always believed it, but now I know it. I am braver than I think I sometimes am. I am a survivor in my own mind, surviving my own mind and my own insecurities even more than the hip dysplasia. I am independent despite dependency. I am only physically dependent to the place where I know I won't provide detriment to myself. I am daring. I am proven, refined. I am humble. Just kidding. That was a joke!

I have proven to myself that being halfway through this chapter of hip issues is a pretty good place to be right now. The glass is half full. I am halfway done and I'm proud of that. I could say that I'm halfway done and look at what I have to undergo this summer. But I won't. Apparently, I'm too proud for that. :)

I will be stronger than whatever comes at me.
I can do everything through HIM who gives me strength. -Philippians 4:13
I am invincible.