Do you know what stands in the corner of my bedroom? Something I never thought twice about. Can you tell by that one, tiny hint what it is? It’s a second leg. When it was literally attached to my body, I really didn’t think much about it besides when I was sore from doing leg day at volleyball camp or when I was trying to push it just one more mile to beat my own personal PR though no one was around to see it. Amputation never really runs through the mind of a young, healthy 23 year old. Actually, I don’t think it runs through a lot of people’s minds. I’m not really sure why. But it doesn’t…til it does. ‘Til it’s literally your leg or your life and either you or your family end up making a life changing decision. And then all of a sudden all your left thinking about is that second leg. How much life was easier with it. All the things you miss doing with it. All the things you might miss out on because you’re lacking it. You would literally promise to do wall sits for an hour every single day for the rest of your life if you could have it back. And for anyone who has ever done them, you know that’s saying a lot.

Not thinking about that second leg when I literally had one attached to me was the dumbest & easiest thing I have ever done. And I’m pleased to inform you that I’ve gotten to that point again. I literally have forgotten about that very expensive robot leg that’s sitting in the corner of my room. Like I hardly ever think about it to the point that sometimes I have to refresh my memory of where I keep its charger at so I don’t lose it. That leg is basically like the second man who ever stepped on the moon to me. It ain’t no Neal Armstrong. Yes. It’s impressive and amazing in its own way and to some people it’s their Neal. But to me, I honestly don’t know his name and it’s someone I hardly ever think about and I’m ok with that. I’m ok with going weeks or months not thinking about that heavy thing. Because I’m ok with the hop. I’m ok with the questions and the stares and the mom tailored leggings. I’m ok with hopping up stairs backwards and coming back down on my butt. And because I’m ok with ok. I don’t give it a second thought. And not having the thought of not having a second leg literally attached to your body is just as easy as hardly knowing you do.

Someday I may not be ok with the idea of being one legged the rest of my life. And that’s ok too. I might begin to notice that hunk of metal standing against the gun cabinet more and more everyday until one day I put it back on. But until that day comes, I’m not going to think about it the way most you probably don’t think about your two legs almost on a daily basis. And there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with no second guessing or overthinking. Because life is already too complicated. Be sure of what you’re ok with and go from there. I mean it is your life your living. Right? So make it a good one.

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