Walking, Again

A few weeks ago I assembled my legs, enduring the intense pain I stood up and attempted to walk, attempt being the key word. It was not only too soon but how silly was I to think new sockets wouldn't be needed after losing additional bone, reshaping, and then re-contouring of tissue. 

Today, 9 weeks post surgery, in the new sockets for the first time. Quite wobbly, favoring the right side, hip contractures, but up toddling none the less. So much farther to go, so much more skill to acquire, so much lost ground to make up for. Seems like I just get going and then back at this stage of starting again, getting back up.


There is pain, fatigue, disappointment. This isn't the first time however I've experienced these sensations and probably won't be the last. But, with every set back there is a come back. Reset goals, set new goals, get up, move forward. 
This made me think of an arrow, it must be aligned and aimed but it also must be pulled back before it can shoot forward. 


This. Is. Life. and Life. Remains. Beautiful.


So, how will I be walking at the end of the next nine weeks? I've set the intention (align), created the image (aim), and stepping into the vision (stepping into). Yoking myself with Universe add a bit of gumption and friend, family, Spirit Team support; this little arrow will fly!