11/02: Wit and Will
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Today was the day. I went to work and told my boss that I'm tired of sitting on my butt. I wanted my old job back. She gave me the whole song and dance about how I'm still in a walking cast and I can't do the physical part of my old job. I told her to give me one chance.
My mom always said that most obstacles can be overcome by wit and will. I kept that in mind. As the day passed, if there was a job I couldn't do because it was too taxing for my foot, then I modified it, attacking it in a new way and never giving up. I didn't stop and put in a full eight and a half hours on my feet. That is something I haven't done since July.
It's weird because until the past few months, I kind of thought of myself as a quitter. I'd been fighting my weight for years. I'd tried to quit smoking. I wished on stars and bought lotto tickets because I thought the only way I would get the things I wanted was through dumb luck. I couldn't achieve on my own. I mean, nowadays, who does things for themselves by working hard? Just look at reality shows.
But I'm starting to get the idea that I can do things. I quit smoking. No prescriptions, patches, or water vapor placebo sticks. I did that. Getting my weight under control. Seventy pounds down. No surgery, pills, or powders. All me.
It's wits and will. Taking a problem that seems insurmountable and thinking it through, coming at it from different angles, and finding the solution that works best. Once I have a game plan, I just have to follow through, putting my will and want and desire into the task. I can do this, I know it. I am not a quitter. Not anymore. I'll always have wit and will.