Every now and then I can find inspiration from my own body. It can do something that I truly wasn’t expecting.
My limbs can be my greatest source of frustration. I want to see progress where there can be little sometimes. I have to be satisfied with little.
Just for the record, “little” sometimes sucks.
But I can take happiness that my work is paying off, the sweat and the pain are for reasons. I have always known that they are, this time I needed the proof.
Please, give me something.
Let me believe in something.
My right arm that doesn’t want to work had a breakthrough.
A good one.
I was able to move it over, far enough to knock it off the wheelchair arm rest.
After months of just watching it lay there. it was amazing to finally see my arm move.
On purpose. Over and over again.
Like it should move all the time.