Hello my loves. What the heck is up? Year two of a focus on being more mindful, finding inner peace, and making big ups in our mental state as we take on the horrors of high school starts now. This year you can expect everything from reviews of apps that claim to help in the pursuit of zen, to a newer approach of me simply talking about how I’m keeping up as I come to terms with the fact that I’m done with school in roughly 200 days.
Nerve wracking to say the least. Time is coming to more and more of an end, and I simply cannot shake this feeling that I’m missing out on everything while trying to manage a homework schedule and make it to every home game.
As a generic update: the day of my senior orientation my life came to a startling halt… or I guess I should say crashing halt. Sitting behind my two best friends, taking a left turn into traffic, all caused me to end up with a fractured pelvis and a lacerated spleen. Stressful is the only word I can find that adequately describes this event in my life. It literally caused me, who typically stays cruising through daily life at a solid 90 mph to slow to a nice grandma pace of roughly 2.5. I sat for three days in a hospital bed while all of my friends kept on living their lives in the same way I used to, and it crushed me.
Finding my hypothetical zen seemed like the farthest thing from possible at that point. But then, my older brother was able to break time in his law school studies to stop and see me before heading back to school. He always seems to have this ability to actually understand my mindset at any given time. He goes, “You’re Mia. I know you. This is a speed bump reminding you to slow down. You’ll be back and better than ever; I promise.”
From that point forward, I pushed every limit I could, all while resting and knowing my boundaries, to get better as soon as possible. Not being OK is not something I do well. So day three into my recovery from home, I stopped taking my painkillers because: 1. They made me feel disgusting, and 2. I was determined to do it myself and heal without artificial help. So I got better. I believe this is all in the mindset you keep. Saying “Oh, I can’t do this,” or “I’m never going to be as good as I was before this” is a joy-killer. This comparison to what might have been is a joy-killer. So why do it to yourself and stunt your own mental and physical recovery.
This idea of ridding ourselves of joy-killers is a theory I stand by and patent in all the ways a high school girl can say she was the sole creator of an idea. But in reality, I can see this theory of mine come to light. By saying you can’t do something, you’ve already defeated yourself.
So choose greatness. Choose to be the rare case of getting off of crutches with a fractured pelvis. Be your own inspiration. I think taking this outlook on things can only improve our headspace, zen, and way of life.
Truly and wholly, I am grateful for this “speed bump” in my life. Everything happens for a reason, and I am a huge contender of this. That’s all for today and enjoy life as you have it. Don’t focus so hard on the little things and keep your head up in the hardest of times. Zen is created through such and we gotta keep the joy-killers out.