The boxing ring represents everything you have no control over. It could be circumstances, people, things, anything. When I choose to fight my disability and get frustrated with the obstacles and losses, I might as well get the boxing gloves on and climb in with the kangaroo. I end up beat up, hurting, more frustrated, and defeated. This is all part of the process of going from my “normal” life and adapting to my new “disabled” life. Being disabled isn’t a label or a negative connotation, it simply just is. The disability is a reality. You can choose to work with it, learn to live with it, or fight it. (Just an FYI you could ignore it or deny it as well, but trust me it doesn’t turn out well). I have suffered so many different losses in so many different arenas of my life that I have learned that once in a while you have to just go have a moment. Scream, cry, throw a mini-tantrum, do whatever you need to do to release all the pent up energy caused by dealing with the loss and then move on. Whatever loss you have experienced you just get into the ring with the kangaroo and go a few rounds. I have gotten much better at seriously contemplating getting in these days. I consider carefully whether it is really worth it to take it up with the kangaroo. When I accept that I can’t change my circumstances then my time in the boxing ring is greatly reduced, and I have peace. On this journey I have learned that there is nothing in this world better than peace. For today, I will stay a respectful distance from the kangaroo and try to do what I need to do to make my life a better one in spite of my disability.
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