Many people know well of my pursuit of my dreams.It is not an attempt to somehow prove my worth to the entire world. It is for MYSELF. I spent most of my life in a state of misery and did not feel as though achieving anything at all was possible. At age 23, I found myself immobile. I often cried myself to sleep. I believed I was no damaged and all pursuits for my future were null and void. My childhood dream of competing in Olympic track and field were now turned into nightmares that literally woke me up crying with my numb legs flailing in a strange attempt to allow me to once again be a track star. I do not often speak of my athletic history, but my foray into the competitive world of athletics actually began at age 6. I gave up on my dreams. And then on life .
We will now skip ahead to my current situation. I am 41. Unless time travel is possible, I can say with certainty that I will not be a 20-year-old track star. Life changes. It is up to us to adjust. Track is no longer my goal. I have a new dream. POWERLIFTER! Attempting to reach the Paralympics rather than the Olympics was not even a thought at age 7: but here we are. To quote Rocky: “I wanna be a contender!” I am and always have been. Not only in the gym.
Honestly speaking? My biggest dream has already come true.
To be at peace with myself.