Most of this week I’ve felt sorry for myself. I swallowed the pity-pill and the side effects were ugly.
“What happened, Sean?”
It all started when my jaw began hurting last week. I thought maybe I had a mild case of TMJ or something. As the week progressed I noticed a foul odor in my mouth when I was brushing my teeth.
I was disgusted and embarrassed.
I went to the dentist; turns out I had a tooth that needed to be pulled. Unfortunately, because of my bone disorder, my jaw can’t withstand procedures to salvage or replace my molars. This specific tooth was my last remaining chewing surface. Much to my dismay the tooth was pulled.
I was deflated.
Have you ever had a time in your life where you were doing your best but still felt like you were losing? I felt that for nearly the past 7 days.
For the most part, I rarely talk or think about my disability. It’s something I’ve felt has been more of a footnote in my life. Yet, this week it felt like the title.
Most of us have something in our lives that will be with us, whether we like it or not, until the end, something that never goes way. For each of us, it’s totally different. We can kick and scream, bark and bite…but there it is.
What must we do with lifelong challenges that we cannot shake? Bow to them; they are our teachers. <- CLICK TO TWEET
We must respect them. When we fight them, we lose. They will always be one step ahead of us. We must stop fighting and start learning, gathering the lessons of patience, compassion, trust, drive, focus, etc..
Obviously, easier said than done. However, when I bow to my greatest teacher, I’m rewarded with new skills.
Sure, my jaw still hurts, and yes, my food will now forever need to be mashed up or liquefied. However, I am over feeling deflated.
I’m done singing the “woe-is-me” self-pity song.
The question is, are you?
Where are you done feeling sorry for yourself? Leave me a comment below.