I was a miracle baby. According to the doctors I shouldn't be sitting here typing this, nor should I be able to do all of the things I take for granted daily in what is by all accounts a pretty normal life. I think that sometimes, knowing this, I felt like, "Well, I was given a 2nd chance, and yet I have nothing out of the ordinary show for it."
It's funny looking back, because I realize that I spent far too much time in my late teens / early twenties with that chip on my shoulder so to speak. Perhaps it was "someone like me" syndrome. I always felt like I had something to prove because even with my CP, I was one lucky SOB. (whether to others or to myself I don't know. Probably a little of both)
It took me longer than it probably should have to realize I should just do what I'm here to do. Live my life, whatever that may entail. It's amazing just how much more content I was with life in general once I figured that out, and I wish I'd come to that realization sooner.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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You came to that conclusion much sooner than most do.
What TJ said. I lived far too long feeling that a big sign over my head shouted "WASTED POTENTIAL". Fuck that noise, I'm doing what I want and I'm happy about it.
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