Let's Pretend We're all Made out of Robot Parts....

When we were on vacation at the lake we overheard the kids talking, and something they said has become a funny little joke in our family.   They were playing something, and all we overheard was "let's pretend we're all made out of robot parts."   We laughed and laughed, and when things get chaotic, you will often hear either Jason or I say.."let's pretend we're all made out of robot parts."    It's become the catch phrase du jour for things that seem out of hand.

But truthfully, there are days where I DO wish I was made with interchangeable parts.   Where when I wake up in the morning, I could take stock of how I felt, and change out the weak parts with shiny new ones that are bigger, stronger, and faster.   This whole drama of my foot and the boot could have been alleviated by simply changing out my foot with spare parts.   But not only physically, it would be nice to be able to put in a new processor, rewire my brain, and control my emotions and start out new and perfect again.   

Unfortunately, I've had to face the reality that I'm not the bionic woman.   There are days when my body hurts, when my head aches, and when I just don't feel so mentally sharp.   It's okay.   I make it through, and am learning that instead of the shiny new parts, I need to take care of the parts I have.   Maintain, care for, and nurture them.   I can't start out my new training by running, because I'll break my foot again.   It's not completely healed.   I have to take care of it.   And that applies to not just my physical being, but my emotional being as well.  We should all come with a sticker on our foreheads that reads "regular maintenance required."   Seems like such a simple concept, yet we fight against it so strongly.

So although there are days when I wish I WAS made of robot parts, I have really grown to appreciate the body I live in and the life that I have.   I don't like it every day, and sometimes I wish I was all shiny and new, but mostly these days, I'm finding a way to take care of what I have and instead of hating the body I live in.  And strangely enough, it's changing the way that I think about a lot of things.