I'm 1.5 weeks from my 1 year post op date (Feb. 9th). It's really hard to believe it's almost been a year since Chris and I woke up at 4am for me to head into surgery. The scariest part (to me) is I'll be turning around and doing it again on Feb. 8th for my left side.
An unpredictable season
My scars of strength
I have two scars on my right upper lateral thigh, at one point they allowed access to my hip capsule. Like every scar on my body, they have their own tale. These scars don't tell the tale of flipping over my handle bars on the mountain bike. They don't tell the tale of that one crash in that one race.
I jumped into the rabbit hole, and I dove in headfirst
Learning to Let Go
This couldn't have popped into my life at a better moment. Scrolling through Instagram this morning, I found this quote on my friends recent photo. The funny thing was, I already started this blog post over the weekend, regarding this exact same thing. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and this my friends, speaks to me at the perfect time of my life.