Abilities

It seems whatever we concentrate on, becomes big.  Sometimes it becomes huge. It can become overwhelmingly big, if we let it.
In my mind it is right and proper to focus on things.  It may be a difficulty to solve, or something to get over.  What I so don’t want, is to reach a certain point and stay there.  It is so easy to make a way station a shrine.
I saw someone on Facebook today mention that in the Olympics, people jump over hurdles.  He likened that to our problems.  Jump over them.  I am yet to see a hurdle racer stop at a hurdle, get out their tape measure and measure it, sit down and think about it, and decide that because there may be 10 of them it is all too hard.  Nope, they don’t seem to give it a second thought.  They have already done their homework and just jump over.  Sometimes they hit it, but mostly they just keep going.  There is a goal to reach, and inconveniences will not get in the way.
There is a running track at Couran Cove.  I saw hurdles in real life for the first time that I know of.  It made me think, they really need to be the right way around.  If they are not, the runner will come a cropper big time if they hit it.
I need to stop focusing on disability, and focus instead on ability.  I am really glad that in our society, provision is made to include.  Personally I think, take it while I can, for I am unsure if that will always be the case.
I have a friend with an incurable disease.  He could have played the “woe is me” card, and a lot of people would have thought nothing of it.  Instead he has got an education, is really good on the computer, has been on boards, and socialises well.  He chose not to concentrate on what he could not do, and instead concentrated on what was possible.  I had a mate with polio.  We did heaps together including setting up a worm farm and having all the worms escape.  Stephen Hawkins would not have achieved all he did, if he had of chosen to wallow.
I see it as the same for me.  I can stop because something bad has happened, or concentrate on what remains.  For sure, I can only speak for about five minutes now, when it was no problem to once talk uninterrupted for forty minutes.  After talking for about five minutes these days, I cough and splutter and my eyes water. In short I look like I am dying, which is a bit disconcerting for any listener.  It has made me think though, can I say in five minutes what used to take 40?  Probably some things yes, and some things no.  Merril is a nurse and knows about these things.  Apparently my throat muscles are weakened.
What matters though, is I concentrate on the can, rather than the can’t.  My options may be less, but there are still options.  In fact, there is still more available to me than I could do anyway.
I can let problems dictate the terms to me, or I can jump over them.  The choice is mine. here to edit.