Judith Filc
 
Translation
Coaching
Editing 
  • Home
  • About
  • Contact
  • Translation
  • Coaching and Editing
  • Examples
    • Translated Paper, Spanish > English
    • Edited Paper, English
    • Edited Paper, Spanish
    • Literary Translation, Essay, Spanish > English
    • Literary Translation: Poetry, Spanish > English
  • What Clients Say
  • Blog

Attitude

12/1/2020

0 Comments

 
​Among the exercises I do, walking takes three days a week, every other day: Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. As I’ve explained before, I walk with the crutch from the dining room to the kitchen on Sundays because Eric doesn’t work and has time to help me. On Wednesdays and Fridays, I used to walk holding on to the bar. But since she noticed I was improving, my nurse aid suggested switching to the forearm crutch. I was apprehensive, but agreed nevertheless. So, I started walking with the crutch Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, two days inside the bar and one day outside – from the dining room to the kitchen.
Then, my view of my walking started alternating between what I judged was success (which led to happiness) and as lack of success (which led to discouragement). Whenever I thought I’d made a mistake, I’d say I was tired, and my nurse aid would retort, “No, you’re not tired!” When I sat down in the chair, Eric and my nurse aid would tell me to smile because my walking had been awesome, and would list the good things I’d done, but I felt that it was not awesome, so there weren’t reasons to smile.
Until Friday came. I walked inside the bar, and my nurse aid asked me how I thought I’d done. I answered, fair. And she got really mad. She gave me a long lecture about the need to appreciate my achievements and to approach and end my walking with a smile. And she ended with, “I’ll give you that: you’re a pouter, but not a quitter.” The lecture was humbling, but it fulfilled its goal; it made me change my attitude.
The next day, I decided to confront my fear and approach walking with a raised head. I’d keep all my nurse aid’s directions in my head and picture them one by one before I followed them: I’d look down at my feet and think before I took a step, and I’d wait and breathe instead of rushing. I’d listen to everything she’d told me. I’d no longer be a pouter. And I did well! And I didn’t think of any of the small things that went wrong, only of the big ones that went right. And I smiled a big smile and high fived Eric and my nurse aid. And I decided to change my approach to my exercises for as long as I’d last.
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Archives

    March 2023
    February 2023
    January 2023
    December 2022
    September 2022
    August 2022
    July 2022
    June 2022
    May 2022
    April 2022
    March 2022
    February 2022
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    August 2021
    July 2021
    June 2021
    May 2021
    April 2021
    March 2021
    February 2021
    January 2021
    December 2020
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.