You know in The Wolf of Wallstreet when Leonardo DiCaprio takes quaaludes and can't even walk down the stairs and get into his car? Yet he somehow manages to drive his car back home without a dent or scratch? Until the next morning when he realizes that's not true and his car is a HUGE WRECK. Remember that scene? Imagine him really making it home in one piece, car is maintained, and he wasn't a total prick and liar and cheater. Imagine that. THAT'S how I want to do it. The struggle will be real, but against all odds, I'll conquer it.
That may have been an analogical stretch. So be it.
The point is that this surgery is just another game time moment. I'm sure I've got some nerves built up underneath my badass disposition. I'm sure there are even shaky thoughts down there like "What if I don't/do/can't....." But OH. WELL. I am a competitor. I didn't practice buzzer beater half court shots for 10 years of my life to never have a moment. (Uh, seriously, I was 16 when I sunk the half court shot - I will never forget it). If there aren't moments to stand up straight, buck up, and get down to it, how can I really find my best self? F you, ACL tears! You're an opponent I've seen before and look forward to crushing. That is figurative crushing. Please stay in tact for the time being.
So yes. It's go time. Am I ready? Who cares? It's happening, and I may as well embrace it. The thing about being a competitor is that the game is never really over. It all leads to bigger, brighter moments if you let it. Tomorrow may not be my brightest, but it won't be a loss, and I'll give blood, sweat, and tears to come out victorious.
That may have been an analogical stretch. So be it.
The point is that this surgery is just another game time moment. I'm sure I've got some nerves built up underneath my badass disposition. I'm sure there are even shaky thoughts down there like "What if I don't/do/can't....." But OH. WELL. I am a competitor. I didn't practice buzzer beater half court shots for 10 years of my life to never have a moment. (Uh, seriously, I was 16 when I sunk the half court shot - I will never forget it). If there aren't moments to stand up straight, buck up, and get down to it, how can I really find my best self? F you, ACL tears! You're an opponent I've seen before and look forward to crushing. That is figurative crushing. Please stay in tact for the time being.
So yes. It's go time. Am I ready? Who cares? It's happening, and I may as well embrace it. The thing about being a competitor is that the game is never really over. It all leads to bigger, brighter moments if you let it. Tomorrow may not be my brightest, but it won't be a loss, and I'll give blood, sweat, and tears to come out victorious.