So, I suppose it's time for an explanation. Ideally I would have had this post written and published on the 13th of this month, as that was the 5th Anniversary of our accident. I think I might have been a little in shock that it's been that long. Or, I was working on a project (that's probably more likely). In any case, I chose the title On One Hand for my blog because it's the way I try to live my life. Not literally, of course, as I don't really have any viable options in the hand department as of yet, but I do have an option as to how I see the world and myself in it. Think of it as a glass, half full. It's a play on the expression "on one hand, you've got this great option, and on the other hand, you've got that not-so great option." I've only got one hand, therefore I've only got one option. The option to allow myself to be sad about what happened but not my circumstances. The option to wish I had two hands again, yet to continue to amaze myself at what I can do with only one. The option to throw myself a pity party, yet still appreciate what I've got. Get it? Life's what you make it. It doesn't go as planned, and you don't get do-overs. It took a while to learn this, accept it and forgive myself. I still get asked about how I lost my arm, and then people comment on how strong I am. They say, "Wow, you're so brave!" or "You seem so well adjusted." or "You've come a long way!"...blah blah blah. I do appreciate it...I do, but I just don't see it that way. I've only got one option, and that's the road I'm on.
What other option is there?