This past weekend I received a text message from my sister, “Stop the pity party already and get on with it!” This comment sunk into me like salt saturates a wound – a slow burning sensation. The only real defense was through acceptance as my sister was absolutely right. I was focusing on all of the progress that didn’t happen rather than building off the achievements that did. Sometimes as an artist, as a writer, I feel diseased. Literally diseased. This is when a downward spiraling of thoughts spew over in mind: nobody wants to collaborate with me, my work doesn’t matter, nobody really cares, I’m a joke to the world, ect. Even though deep down I know these thoughts are toxic and untrue, often in everyday reality they get affirmed making it difficult to stay uplifted.
Then on Sunday I stumbled upon the above video about Andy’s journey through the world with cerebral palsy. A brave account about one man testing his own limitations, pushing pass hardships, and finding the grit to surmount mental blocks. It’s about relationship building and loss. After watching it my cheeks were entirely wet and my heart filled with a special kind of awe. I’m learning a lot from Andy’s story and see him as an exemplary case of someone who didn’t throw themselves a pity party in the face of serious adversity.
A Warrior Princess