It sat there for years.
I refused to use it.
Using it would affirm my inability to keep up; would make me different when all I wanted was sameness. It would make me look DISABLED.
I chose to miss out…on a lot…rather than appear disabled.
Pride!
Time and disability march ever onward.
My disability, while never hidden, will no longer be unacknowledged or denied.
As I’ve said before, it now calls the shots.
The thing that I refused to use has now become my lifeline.
Today it got me out when I needed to be on the go.
As I moved down the street, I remembered when this would never have been an option.
Pride became gratitude today.
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As you’ve discovered, it often takes courage to recognize and accept what’s really important in life. Good for you, Dinah, for casting aside pride for something far more convenient! I learned long ago that what others think of my strengths or weaknesses simply doesn’t matter. How I feel about myself is what truly counts. I am old, wear hearing aids/glasses, have orthotics in my shoes, and take meds to control my RA. None of us are perfect!
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Thanks Kay. Yes, the pride of youth is silly and exhausting as I age. It’s unsustainable and a waste of energy that i simply don’t have anymore.
Practicality is more important. Thanks for visiting 💜
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❣️love to You Dear One ❣️
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Thank you. Love and light returned🙏
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There is a lot to be grateful for ❤ Thank you for sharing this perspective!
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Thank you for visiting 💜
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